We see you on the glimmering screen
The unattainable American dream
Flipping your hair and smiling in all the right places
We’re the kids behind the scenes
Putting ourselves into the music and pushing with all of our hearts
A vicarious rush with every touch
This one-sided romance with the penned clichés and the hollow notes
Working for 4 boys we’ll never know.
Yet we work. We sweat. We cry. We bleed.
We jump at the chance for just a simple handshake, a pen to paper
Misspelling our names horrendously
“Dear you
Rock on!
Love me (XO)”
Stuttered words, nervous smiles,
Losing cool,
It’s over.
Too much to ask?
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