My POV
I ran to my room, happy for the 1st time. I sat the ticket and backstage pass in my special container with Louis Tomlinson on it. I walked over to my karaoke machine and grabbed the microphone. I choose the song “Little Things”.
“Your hand fits in mine, like it’s made just for me, but bear this in mind it was meant to be. And I’m joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me.” As I sang, I felt like I wanted to do it for a living. “I know you’ve never loved the crinkles by your eyes, when you smile you’ve never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I’ll love them endlessly.” I heard my mum screaming, but I ignored her. “I won’t let these little things slip out of my mouth, but if i do, it’s you oh it’s you they add up to. And I’m in love with you and all these little things.” My favorite parts were coming. “You can’t go to bed without a cup of tea. And maybe that’s the reason that you talk in your sleep, but all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me.” I sang strongly. Soon,the song ended, and I laughed.
