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Still here, guys.
Less than a year to go.
How have things changed? Because they have. I’m not talking about how many new Twitter followers David’s gained, or how many album sales, or how many Facebook Likes he has. I’m talking about us.
Some days I HAVE to listen to him. Have to.
Some days not.
I went over a week without, just didn’t feel like it. Listened to a lot of Gavin DeGraw and I’LL ADMIT IT LEE DEWYZE. 🙂
Some days I comment on posts. Then I’ll disappear for a little while.
(and it’s not always because life gets in the way, we can say that till the cows come home, but there was a time we stayed up all night discussing things, laundry decaying in piles lol)
Sometimes I think there isn’t anything worthwhile for me to contribute anymore, after five years of online fangirling, I think I’ve said everything I could possibly say. What HAVEN’T I said?
Am I as invested as I once was? Probably not. Or maybe I am. I don’t even know anymore.
I miss David. Some days more than others.
I miss his random, funny tweets.
I miss his vlogs.
I miss his random bursts of song. In person and written in tweets.
I miss planning trips to shows, and knowing, just KNOWING how great it’ll be.
I miss his smile, his laugh, his hugs.
I miss staying up late and looking for new concert footage the night of a show.
I miss a lot of people who have drifted away, not just since he’s been gone, but even before that.
I miss the friends I made at the shows. The friends I attended shows with. Had great dinners with. Held hands with and cried while the most beautiful songs were being sung to us. While Ave Maria was happening in front of us. Peeked through a crack in a door to watch David soundcheck with. Talked like the oldest and best of friends while eating some fab food. Laughed hysterically in the car when someone’s iPad ran out of minutes and she frantically added time so we could continue watching videos that were popping up after our show. Danced to TOSOD in a gas station restroom after a show. 🙂 Ran like a foolish 13 yr old to save a place in the front row of a show outside in the cold. Sat in a chatroom till all hours discussing every minute particle of every song. Every change in our lives.
Wow, we’ve really been lucky. Really, genuinely lucky.
A year ago, I wondered what it would be like in a year. I wondered if people would still frequent the sites. Who knew what would happen? We all said we’d be here, but life has a way of curving, changing.
We are closer to the coming back than the leaving.
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Betsy is a Staff Writer for The Voice
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