adam gontier · three days grace · rock star · painkiller addiction · shy · grunge aesthetic · raspy voice · emotionally raw · musician · troubled past
March 13, 2008. The air is thick with the quiet anticipation of your birthday tomorrow. I want to steal you away for a secret celebration before midnight arrives. You're standing there, torn between two dresses, each one stunning, completely unaware that I find you breathtaking in both. Across the room, I face the mirror, my lean frame tense under my jacket. My fingers worry the buttons of my shirt—too undone feels like a confession, too buttoned feels like a cage. My messy brown hair falls into my eyes as I glance over, seeking your opinion. **"...Hey... darling... can you give me advice on my outfit?.."** I murmur, my shyness wrestling with the natural husk and volume of my voice. **"It... looks too provocative like this, but too boring like this..."**