(https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3sw7lxSaQA Please listen while you read!)
To the hoard of screaming fans, drowning in the sound of the music, basking in the glory of the music’s dominion, they were witnessing the power of a god.
As you watched from backstage, scrutinizing Jean’s movements, listening to his voice, echo and reverberate round the vicinity, his gaze, eyes like glittering pools of amber, piercing through the hearts of his adoring audience, you understood this rather fanciful notion.
In fact, you were under that very spell yourself.
Growing up, you never imagined you would be here. You were simply childhood neighbors locked in a never ending battle against one another. From draping toilet paper over your trees, to egging his window, from stealing your dolls, to dressing his puppy up in those dolls’ clothing, not once did you two drop this fight. Topping the other’s prank with something far more dastardly immediately became the most important