the screams of the crowd sting his ears. pieces of confetti swirl in front of his eyes. the gold jacket is a little itchy but he doesn't notice it.
next to him stands his best friend, dan. his face is lit up in a beautiful smile. how could it not be? they're both getting to live out their dreams, something few people are lucky enough to ever experience.
phil's closes his eyes as his mind drifts to elodie for a second. it's been years since she died, but he still thinks of her constantly. after all, he owes all of this to her. without elodie, he never would have replied to dan, and none of this ever would have happened.
phil slowly opens his eyes again. their fans are screaming crying laughing smiling all because of them. dan is watching him with those warm brown eyes, and that's when he knows:
he's made it.
