you.
the one who caught my eyes when i walked into drama class.
it was my first day. my mom wanted for me to give it a try; she told me it would be helpful for my future.
i walked in 5 minutes late, already knowing where to go because my older brother is here like every day and forces me to come to all his shows.
i mean i wouldn't have it any other way. i love watching him perform.
but this isn't about him. or me. it's about you.
