The Gala: The Way You Draw Me
July's POV:
My fingers were trembling a bit while I was making a last check on my guitar and tuning it. The question if I was nervous was silly at this point. But sitting here, behind the stage in just a simple white blouse and a pair of blue jeans, made me unable to think about anything else but what would be happening soon.
Yes, I loved Tammy above anything else. And not immediately falling into her arms when she came back to school as well was hard. But I wanted to do this properly. She deserved an open apology and an open symbol of how important she was to me. I didn't have a career right now, yet I was certain this was one of my most important appearances on stage.
In a frail attempt to calm my racing mind and heart, I closed my eyes and started to strum the first few notes of the song. Of course, it wasn't something that was going to be treated with.
"Much too soft July. The audience will barely hear it."