In the darkness of backstage.

Something about the darkness of backstage made me bolder I think. I wouldn’t usually talk to him like this, ask him questions. The rest of the group was talking amongst themselves, but he and I were talking by ourselves: him laying on the carpet his head by me, and me leaning against it facing him. I feel like the darkness hides the fact that I’m blushing, or am crazy nervous when I talk to him. We stayed longer, once the rest of the group left, talking, and talking until it was 3 minute call. We went to our spots, and didn’t mention the backstage talk again. It may have just been talking to him, but little did he know it meant the world to me.

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