See, she used to get those same melty eyes when he sang. It wasn’t until he got good—until she looked around at his shows and saw other girls with that same dumb look—that she started going cold. Now, no matter how much she smiles or claps, her eyes harden when he sings. She wants to be the only one. She wants him as her deep cut, a B-side unearthed from a rarities bin, proof of her own specialness because she’s the one who discovered it,
I really think I hate her
