L.A.'s POV

I walk down the streets of Nashville. The sun is hot on this mid-June day. I'm just thankful it's finally warm. This past February was especially brutal. There was so much snow, ice, and bitter cold. It was really hard for me.

I'm glad to have some distance put between me and that wedding. I can't get those two people out of my mind. Joey Blue-eyes and the sunny question chick. There was just something about them.

As I pass a book store I peek in and check the time on the wall clock inside. The store is closed, but the clock is still in plain sight in the dark store. Oh man, it's already past three. I have to get to the Overhang. And pronto!

I start speed walking trying to get there as quick as possible. My cell phone vibrates in the pocket of my faded jeans. I still can't used to it. My best friend, Khloe, begged me to take her old phone because she couldn't stand not having contact with me. She even somehow managed to get her parents to agree to foot the bill. But that's just Khloe for you. I love my best friend, but not enough to tell her my secret.

Finally I reach the Overhang. The place I can be the me that is deep inside. I can really express myself. It's entrance is under a bridge and then down by the river banks. I see at least three people up ahead. And they look inpatient.

Suddenly one breaks free from the group and runs away like a mad man. In the opposite direction from me. When I reach the other two, I instantly recognize Doug and Dane. I jokingly gave them the nicknames Do and Da. Get it? Do Da? Can you tell I have a love for music?

The two give me weak half smiles. "What's up with him?" I ask.

Dane runs a hand through his longish dark hair, "His mom."

"Oh." We don't speak much, we have a different form of conversation. Dance. "So do we start without him?"

Doug shrugs. "Might as well. He won't be back tonight."

I nod then, one of the boys starts the music. I flow right into the rhythm of the upbeat tempo. I call out to the gathering crowd as Doug pitches a hat on the ground. "We are The Street Crew. This is how we move." I start dancing again and the boys follow my lead. As we move, I don't think about the crowd, the money being thrown in the hat or anything around me. Its just me, the music, and dancing. My happy place.