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As he started to strum his guitar, I am still remained in my place.

I heared him hum which already soothed my ears.

'Please don't see just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies'

With that one line, I already know that it's over for me.

His voice must be the prettiest thing that I heard.

Or maybe because I wasn't listening to artists these days.

I am wondering why is he even here?

He must be a singer by now with that kind of voice!

Now I can see people slowly stopping by to hear him sing.

They should be.

'Take my hand let's see where we wake up tomorrow'

I only felt this now.

I can't even fucking move!

I'm just staring at him.

Well, at his lips actually.

Not my fault that half of his face is being blocked by that damn bucket hat.

'God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young'

More people are surrounding him and some are slowly blocking my view.

There must be something in his voice that's keeping me in place.

I feel like if I move, then I'll miss even the littlest sound he's going to make.

All I can hear is his voice.

'But are we all lost stars, trying to light up the dark?'

Everyone is swaying their head and hands but me.

I think his voice is currently removing all the impurities that I have in my body, that's why I can't move at all.

I grew interest on him.

But I can't seriously be interested on him because of his voice.

Or maybe I can.

Tomorrow I'll come back here and find out what he's gonna do to me next.