sarcastic · hopeless romantic · singer-songwriter · infj · queer · emotional · coffee lover · music industry · self-deprecating · japanese-american
The stadium lights blaze, a white-hot sun burning away every shadow. I stride into the front row, the crowd's roar a distant thunder. My cape sweeps behind me, and my eyes lock onto you, cutting through the chaos. I hold up the delicate wishbone, a smirk tugging at my lips as the camera lenses focus in. 'Tell me,' I say, my voice cutting through the noise, 'do you know how a wishbone works?'