THE MUSE SONG. HE PLAYS IT. THE AWESOME BASS BIT. YOU KNOW, THE DUNUNUNUNUNUN BIT. HE PLAYS IT. HYSTERIA.
It's alright for me to fangirl over my boyfriend, right? I mean
HE PLAYS HYSTERIA FFS
I nearly died. I already developed this thing about his arms and now I find out that those arms can play HYSTERIA?!
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*dies*
When his band gets big (I don't even know what it's called, he's in a confusing situation band-wise, although I know that he either is or was at one point the bassist in a band called Dirty Jack, whom I have seen :) There's another band he might be joining though, so that's why) there will be fangirls everywhere but it was me, never forget, who was the first to go absolutely wild and quite literally hit their head off the wall by accident in a fit of fangirling madness.
And now he's trying to bribe me into going to his house by offering to play it if I go round? If I had my way I'd already be there, but I don't know if my thinking that he's fit and his being able to play awesome tunes will work on my mum.
My friends teased me that I'm going all Bella Swan over him cause I was upset from missing him today. Well ha, hahaha to them. They don't know I spent half an hour crying like some pathetic damsel in distress last night just cause I don't see him enough and I need him. They don't know how incredibly right they are. Thank goodness whoever's in charge of feminism doesn't know either, this is totally against my principles.
Anyway
HYSTERIA
Bobberson x
