Mark wouldn't let the mistake go. He cries for it. Everyday. I feel so bad. The result comes in tonight. I can only hope for the best. If one of us don't get in, it has to be me. Mark has to get in. He's an amazing dancer and I bet singer as well. He sang for them but never for me. But I guess he had to.
"Mark?" He hums. "Can you sing for me?" Mark sighs. "Fine." His voice is soft and angelic. He closes his eyes as he sings, immersing himself in his own world. I watch with full attention and suddenly and quietly sigh.
I wish that boy was mine.
