He's an inspiration

Listening to Prettiest Friend by Jason Mraz, I lay on my bed just dreaming, hoping, wishing on a shooting star that I could be just like him. He’s more than an inspiration to me. He’s more than a songwriter, more than a singer. He’s more like a way of life. His lyrics stick in my mind for days, weeks even, on end. Even as the song skips to Planes, I’m still laying here without a care in the world, singing to my hearts content.
“If the plane goes down,
Will I remember where the love was found?
Well if the plane goes down,
Damn you, damn you…”

“Edd! Edd! What are you doing up there? Get downstairs! Your mom is home. Hurry up!”
I groan and turn off my music, despite my growing desire to keep it playing. “Coming dad,” I shout back down the stairs, sighing.
Time for a lovely family dinner…

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I guess I should introduce myself then. I’m Edd, as you found out already. I’m 18 and I love music. I write music, play music, listen to music; I live music. Jason Mraz is my biggest inspiration. He is truly amazing. His lyrics, his voice, his looks. Yes, his looks! I should probably mention that too, I’m bi. Hardly anyone knows, mostly my closest friends. I daren’t tell my parents, I’d never be allowed in the house again. And that’s not something I can afford.

I currently work part-time at a small music store just a few blocks from my own house. The pay isn’t too bad, it gets me out once a week or so. I play every Friday night at a small bar on the edge of town. It’s nothing to classy, but not too bad, either. It gets good customers, and they seem to like the music I play. But maybe that’s just my wishful thinking.

All my spare time is spent either in my room blasting out music or at local gigs. I’m saving up all my spare money for when my own God tours. As soon as tour dates are posted, I’m buying tickets to every single one. I’ll get a vacation from work, my boss will let me. I suppose this could be classed as being a stalker, but I just call it devotion.

The way it unfolds, is yet to be told.