The small room. So filled with poeple. All kinds of people. Fat ones. Tall ones. Skinny ones. All different races: White, black, Asian, Blasian. A sea of diversity.
Amongst all these people, he still sticks out and is the first person I see. The tall guy. Black hair. Tan skin. A white smile spread across his face as he laughs a laugh that sounds like bells on Santa's sleigh to my ears. His hair is the perfect mix of long but not too long. Messy but fixed perfectly. He is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. Skinny with a strong sense of style. An instrument in his hand. Could he be more perfect?
Then I notice among all these people, the average girl. Who is the one holding his hand. I should have known he wasn't that perffect. She seems extremely shy. She doesn't say a word as he speaks to everyone in the room. Her big eyes just watching as she plays with a strang of her long hair.
Then I notice the girl in the mirror. She has a smile on her face, even though her dark eyes say otherwise. She has dark skin and hair, boots on her feet, paired with red skinny jeans and a Led Zepplin t-shirt. she's original but does anyone notice her? She's just one person in the sea of people. A grain of sand.. But everyone turns, including him...
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