~ Virgil POV ~
I'm at Music Stars Park now. I have my picnic blanket that's a really big and has four colors in it red purple light blue and dark blue but pastels and more in diamond shape then square (the one on the cover) I put my backpack in front of me and start to sing a tune on the spot "A~ boy now alone the house is not a home it is a cage~ to the park he goes~ in hope, to weaken the chains that tie his heart to the ground... Oh! How he hopes to fly... maybe he will maybe he could but how, how to alone...?" I think I went to personal with that one at least no one heard... Right?
☆ Roman POV ☆
we all go in the direction of the singing we can just make out the lyrics A~ boy now alone the house is not a home it is a cage~ to the park he goes~ ,in hope to weaken the chains that tie his heart to the ground... Oh! How he hopes to fly... maybe he will maybe he could but how, how to alone...? At the end we are behind a bush at the place the boy is singing. I KNOW for a fact we all are thinking 3 things 1: this guy is a god at SINGING, 2: he is HOT and 3: we are to GAY to handle this. Even in the dark of night I can see the blush on my friends faces and bye how hot my face feel I can't say I'm doing much better.
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The boy who used to sing alone at the park (LAMP)
Hayran KurguVirgil LOVED to sing it was one of the few things he didn't get THAT anxious about but he sill kept it a secret if his adopted "family" found out he was doing a " a girly thing" they would kick him out but one night he was sing in the park he was u...
