The Solo Act

The Solo Act

And as the empty chairs taunted us around the large tables, your eyes became watery. Not a soul showed up for your birthday party. I squeezed your hand a little tighter and kissed you on the cheek. Your dad tried to say some encouraging words I don’t remember anymore. Your brother put his arm around the other side of you. I wish you could have understood in that moment that you had so much more love surrounding you than most people who have hundreds of people show up to their birthday parties. I fell in love with you even more in that moment, witnessing your sensitive vulnerability.

I saw you on YouTube the other night. You were the sixty-second ad before the musician I was checking out. I got goosebumps watching you jam out on the drums and sing your heart into that old mic.

I hope the famous you remembers how loved he was at his no-show birthday party, and uses that experience to fuel his music. I hope you know I was a fan of yours even then. Always.

<3 M.

The Thank You Note

The Thank You Note

The (Re)Arrangement

The (Re)Arrangement