hayhoffman
The common thread that held us together was music--the desire in both of us to be possessed by song. We sat for hours, tapping out rhythms on tables and pounding out pieces on the piano. We talked for hours about music, without a care in the world.
I sit and wait as Gram climbs up the stairs slowly. She heard me sneak in--I know I'll be punished. Was it worth it? Absolutely. I helped my best friend do something he always wanted to do: stand up to his own mother. The world works in strange ways, doesn't it?
Andy stands near me and holds me close. My best friend, my boyfriend...it's all the same. With one of his hands on the twine and one of mine on the opposite end, we fly the kite together in perfect harmony.