nabooboo
"Holy shit, I can't go out there!"
"What do you mean you 'can't'?"
"I've developed performance anxiety!"
"Oh, no you don't! You've been nothing but a slave driver these past two weeks working on a new song. Your ass is going on stage!"
Because that's not my problem, I thought. Not really, anyway. He was the one who had brought it all up to begin with and all I could think of... was it jealousy? I mean, really? He had a funny way of showing it. We'd known each other for so long and all I could wonder was if he loved me in that funny way of his.