She had the voice of a crow and sang with the melody of a drunken priest falling down the stairs, but for me she was always the highlight of the open mic night. Those eyes. Those beautiful, talentness, eyes.
I never had the courage to approach her.. I was sure she would ask my opinion of her singing. I knew I couldn’t lie to her, and I couldn’t stand the idea of tears staining those perfect eyes. Because I imagine that the opinions of random strangers are very important to her. Especially from men who might potentially love her madly.