In Need of a Friend - A Joe Mazzello Fanfic (High School)

Sailing Right Behind

This chapter is dedicated to Caitlynx1x2x3. She's amazingly sweet and caring. She genuinely wants to know how I'm doing with everything. She asks if I'm okay if she sees something off or if we just haven't talked in a little while. She's a very good person. 

I was at the microphone stand. My eyes were still closed. The piano opening to the song was still playing when I realized I should introduce the song because not everyone our age will know this tune. I quickly cleared my throat. I opened my eyes. Joe was already looking at me with pure joy because he could already tell what the song was.

"Th-this song is called Bridge Over Troubled Water..."

It was time for me to begin singing now - singing for Joe.

When you're weary, feeling small,

When tears are in your eyes

I will dry them all

I'm on your side

Oh when times get rough

And friends just can't be found

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

When you're down and out

When you're on the street

When evening falls so hard

I will comfort you

I'll take your part

Oh when darkness comes

And pain is all around

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will lay me down

Sail on, golden boy (the original lyric is "silver girl", but I sang "golden boy" instead for Joe)

Sail on by

Your time has come to shine

All your dreams are on their way

See how they shine

Oh if you need a friend

I'm sailing right behind

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind

Like a bridge over troubled water

I will ease your mind

As I sang, I never took my eyes off of Joe. He looked at me in a way that can only be described as pure love. The song ended and...people stood up and clapped. Joe was the first out of his seat.

"Thank you." I said into the microphone, smiling as I began to leave the stage. I noticed Joe began coming toward the stage. He ran up the steps. What was he doing?