"Dream"

Conspicous looking faces,
None I seem to know.
Fear shredding through my chest,
I reconize the room and one quiet teenage boy.
Tim... his face, once I saw soothed me so.
As I asked him simple question,
One of musical performance.
He grabbed my hand and smiled,
his answer in his timid yet arrogent voice.
A maybe...
My heart began to pound,
His hard to read expression bothered me.
I never comprehended why he never expressed his feelings.
A maybe becomes a yes as I stand up on stage,
performing my song with an acompany bass.
His skills with the guitar so prestigous...
My favorite sound to hear.
His habits of highs,
Nothing that phased me.
I adored him with all my heart,
My quiet, timid, arrogent, whispering, bass guitar playing friend.