Last Song Syndrome

Meet Drew

Drew’s POV

Hi, I’m Drew Barrett. Eighteen years old and still studying.

I’m a recording artist. Well, not that famous. I’m also the lead vocalist of my own band I built years ago. The “B.S.U.R”. The band name came from my favorite singer, James Taylor’s song entitled “B.S.U.R” which means “Be As You Are".

My dad’s a composer. I think I inherited his talents in singing and playing instruments. My mom’s a director and at the same time producer and talent agent.

I have a best friend. Her name’s Yumi. Sweet name isn’t it? But her face’s even sweeter.

I love her. Yes, you heard it right. I love her but we can’t be. I can’t tell her cause we might lose our friendship . . . and that’s what I’m afraid of.

We were best friends since four. My mom and her mom were also best buddies. I guess that explains it.

We used to review on our exams together. You know the feeling that you can’t concentrate well because it was her you’re studying with?

Well, I believed I had a crush on her when we were ten. I didn’t tell her of course. I don’t know why but I’m a lil shy that time. You know, kids?

When we were thirteen, she had this sort-of boyfriend named Dustin. Every night when we’re together, she always tells me about him, which I’m sick of listening. Oh how I hated her that time. I just can’t accept that that should be me. I always find excuses to talk to her, cause seriously? I don’t wanna hear a single thing about her and Dustin.

It was summer and I desperately wanna join the summer camp but there’s this lil Yumi forcing me to attend organ-playing lessons with her in the same theatre. What can I do? I mean, I can’t resist her after all.

I asked her to be my date last prom, she accepted. Oh how I felt nervous dancing with her that night. It was only a four-minute song but it seemed forever. It’s not like I don’t wanna dance with her. I can’t blame myself, I mean having those thousands of butterflies in my belly . . .

Oh Jesus, when will I have the guts to confess my attraction to her?

LSS.