His personality was just a construct of medication and fear. I realized in that moment, everything I knew about him was a lie. His charisma, his witty humor, even his model like smile was all practice, all an act in an attempt to fit into society. And it was scary how well it worked. But then here he was, drunk right in front of my eyes. His once deep, slow, calming voice was a rushed mess of stutters and voice cracks. His smooth, quick fire comments melted into nearly inaudible mutters. Even his posture, once tall and confident, was now hunched over like he was trying to make his gigantic height as small as possible. Did he even like singing? Was his love for art genuine? Was he even truly friends with Chris? All that I knew for certain was that he's a damn good actor.
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