Noah Carmona

And standing there in the middle of all that mess was my dear, old friend, with the most peculiar look on her face. The look that I saw on her face was one of pure joy.

It’s a cool, brisk, Friday evening. You can feel the wind hit your face and make you tear up as you walk along the colorful, energetic streets that highlight your every step of the way and illuminate your footsteps.

"Eventually the song had to end," I kept telling myself. The man up on stage would just not stop strumming his guitar. The way that he effortlessly moved his fingers along the strings was almost hypnotizing.