Illusion
I go closer to the fire, my hair is quite flying in the wind, I take another sip of my drink.
Then I notice the singer with a guitar.
Oh, no. Not him.
"I've played some happy, exciting songs about love," Mahone smiles at everyone. "But now I'm going to play a song, which is a little sad, more moody. Well, I wrote this song and it's called 'Words from my mind'."
"Woo-hoo!" They clap hands together, some guys whistle. Looks like he has already been popular, but how? He even doesn't go to our school. Little liar.
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