"I can hardly breathe when I'm with you. Oh-oh-oh.
It's like I'm hanging on to every little thing you do. Oh-oh-oh.
Don't know where this is going, I'm flying blind. Can't you see every day you blow my mind?
If you turn off the lights, you'll see my heart is on fire! I feel like every single day and every single night I feel these sparks.
You make my heart just glow-oh in the dark! Glow-oh in the dark! Glow-oh in the dark! That's whay you do to my heart!
I close my eyes and I see your face, oh-oh-oh. And I loose my cool when you call my name, oh-oh-oh! Don't know where all of this is going, I'm flying blind. Can't you see every day you blow my mind?
If you turn out the lights, you'll see my heart is on fire! I can't lie, every single day and every single night I feel these sparks.
You make my heart just glow-oh in the dark! Glow-oh in the dark. Glow-oh in the dark. That's what you do to my heart!
Sometimes I really hate to leave you 'cause I'm not my self when we're apart.
If there was a way I could be with you, you'd see that the fire is hot enough to joy.
I can hardly breathe when I'm with you! I wish you could turn off the lights, see my heart is on fire!
I can't lie, every single day and every single night I feel these sparks. You make my heart just glow-oh in the dark! Glow-oh in the dark. Glow-oh in the dark. That's what you do to my heart.
Glow-oh in the dark. Glow-oh in the dark. Glow-oh in the dark. That's what you do to my heart."
Those were the words he sang to me. Not exactly to me, but our eyes had met, and never left each others. There was something different about him.
Maybe it was the sparkle in his brown eyes. How the light of the bright, white hot sun made him flush pink. He was...different.
Maybe I was imagining it, but his voice seemed to quiver a bit when he saw me. The other two boys giving quick glances to each other and back to the other.
When the song was over, he reluctently walked off the stage, glancing back to me ocassionally.
"C'mon, Rain," my friend, Ruby, said, "we have backstage passes, we get to meet them!"
"Who are they?" I asked
"Burnham, Alex is 18, Andre is 17, and Forrest is our age, 14." she said
"Which is which?" I asked
"Forrest is the youngest, of course. Reddish-brown hair. Chocolate-brown eyes. Big smile. He's the singer. Couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Andre is the second oldest. He has the dirty-blonde hair. Honey brown eyes. He plays the bass. Alex is the oldest. He has the dark brown hair. Dark brown eyes. He's the guitarist." she said
I fumbled with my phone nervosly.
"Stop fidgeting, Rain. It'll be fun." she said
I nodded again. Leave it to Ruby to give you a "pep" talk.
We walked through doors, finally ending at one, Ruby showing our passes to a guard.
He let us in, telling us they would be here in a bit. I decide to sit against to the wall, hugging my knees to my chest. I'm not even close to good in social activities.
"Rain get up, they could be here any second." Ruby said
I sighed. Honestly, does she not get me? I'm not even a real friend to her. I was her last choice. All of her other "friends" were at a "party." Smart girls.
I've never been in the "in croud," correction Ruby's croud. I'm a "nerd," but seretly, we hang out. I'm the "only person" she has. Yeah, right, She has tons of guys staring down her shirt and slapping her ass every day. Every girl wishes they were her. Except me, I could care less about her needy ass.
Right as I got up they walked in. I narrowed my eyes as Ruby stuck out her chest. I really hate this girl.
But Forrest had other ideas, he walked rght up to me. Ruby was clearly pissed.
"Hi, I'm Forrest," he said
"Rain," I said
You've learned that the unknown person is Rain and that her "friend" is Ruby. You've also leared (I'd hope), that they were at a concert.
Hair color: orange-brown (natural, see picture below)
Eye color: blue-green
Hair color: bleach blonde (dyed, see picture below)
Eye color: brown (wears icy-blue contacts)