Kelly
The speakers on Dan's laptop aren't great, but even with the thinner sound, my heart bleeds as he plays it again. The song is haunting and eerie. The timing strange. Definitely nothing like anything Crash has ever written before. I can't catch all the words, but that's probably a good thing, since I don't want to react to anything with Dan right there. I want to keep my hope for as long as I can, because if I listen close and it's obvious it isn't about me . . . well, that will suck.
But the music crawls under my skin. I'm fighting the feeling I've heard it before. I can't put my finger on it.
Dan grunts at the end. "Dunno about that one. Seems like people might not like it. It's not like their other stuff."
