The lyrics echoed through the hall, each word pulling at the heartstrings of the audience. The sea of lights seemed to glow even brighter as if responding to the emotions being stirred by the song. Theo glanced out into the crowd, his red eyes sweeping over the mass of glowing lights. The connection he felt with his fans at that moment was unlike anything else—there was no wild cheering, no jumping or dancing, just a shared, quiet understanding of the emotions flowing through the music.
The gentle strum of the guitar continued to carry the song forward, and Theo's voice took on a softer, almost fragile quality as he moved into the second verse.
"Was never the right time, whenever you called
Went little, by little, by little until there was nothing at all
Our every moment, I start to replay
But all I can think about is seeing that look on your face
When you hurt under the surface
