When I watch Scotty play I can almost see his brain hearing the music. He plays behind the beat, like a wave. His arms are very skinny. He’s a skinny guy; his arms and legs make all right angles like bows and arrows. I have a crush on Scotty. I think maybe he noticed me at camp. But he just practices all the time. Bliss told me just cause he can play doesn’t mean he’s nice— I have to get to know him as a person, too. But he never talks to me. I just want to make an indentation.
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