Just The Way You Are
AnaPaulineJust The Way You Are
AnaPaulineSinossi
He sang with his eyes closed, his English not at all fluent. Soon he took a deep breath, seeing that he couldn't go on. Maybe he didn't remember the song anymore. Or maybe, seeing his friend coming through the auditorium's main door, he intimidated him to continue. But then he considered smiling. And he did. He continued to sing, but before he went to the piano exposed on stage, he sat down properly. He positioned their clasped hands forward, snapping his fingers. He breathed as if looking for some strength, after all he was there that day tired, after all his mother had made him pack his things for his trip, which would take place soon.
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