today, you were wearing a blue button up with black pants. they looked nice on you.

i find it funny how you always look so terrified on stage. it's almost like you're a new performer, and you don't understand the procedures.

but of course, i know better than that. i know you're a regular, and that you sing at eight o'clock every evening, with the cool spring breeze streaming through the windows.

you have a new song everyday; do you write them yourself? regardless, i try my best to catch every syllable.

i think i caught your eyes on me once, while the cord of your mic almost tripped you.

i'm sorry for looking away.

— ksj