You look glum, there. You are playing your guitar, with one foot on a speaker. In a room with thousands of people, you look lonely. Thousands of people that are trying to get your attention. I cannot read your face - whether you are saddened, or just living in your own little world. But there you go, there you flash a little smile to the crowd. A very little one. And the very second you flashed it, it is gone again. You go back to looking glum whilst playing on your guitar. You are looking down at the guitar and the floor, mouthing the lyrics to the song. But then he comes along. He puts the microphone to your mouth. And you sing. And the crowd goes crazy. They shout even louder, as if it is possible. You smile broadly. He smiles back at you, and he continues to sing himself. Even if it was only for a couple seconds, it made you smile. That is the power of a friend. You can have the shittiest day, and then a friend comes along. The friend might say something, or do something. It can be as simple as a smile. And you instantly feel better.
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