Mazel Tov, 21
Mazel Tov
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary:When Adam first woke up, suffering the hangover from hell, his first order of business was to roll out of bed and crawl across the hotel room floor to the bathroom where he proceeded to vomit up at least half of what he’d ingested in the past twelve years of his life.
However, once that was taken care of and Adam raised his hand to flush it all away, he noticed the silver band on his left ring finger. As soon as he registered that, no, it wasn’t just a ring he forgot he put on, and that it was most likely a wedding band, his first thought was the one which was least of his concerns at the moment.
Fuck I hope it was at least a man. Woke-up-Married!fic
Disclaimer:Not mine, total work of fiction, blah blah blah
Author's Note:NOT THE LAST CHAPTER! I planned on this one being longer but I HAD to stop it here...you'll see why! *cheesy smile* Also, the hidden playlist of songs I listened to for inspiration of what Tommy's song may sound like are still hidden if you haven't found them yet! I'll help you guys out... it's WITHIN the last month. Lol. Also, for those who want links to previous chapters in each post *points down* it's added. Sorry for the incovenience but I've never NEEDED previous chapter links on my journal because people for the past 5 years have either followed along with me or found the fic in my masterlist, which links to the previous chapters of ANY fic, WIP included. Also, if for some reason you ever see a fic NOT on my masterlist, let me know and I'll fix that, BUT all my previous chapters are saved in my Memories under the title of the story, you know, if you're THAT desperate to find a fic I didn't link on my masterlist but don't want to search through my journal for weeks!
Previous Chapters
Tommy sat writing furiously as he strummed his guitar, trying to work out what he was even doing with this song. It was like something was driving him to finish it soon and he couldn’t really work out why. He didn’t understand the song because every once in a while over the last year it had taken over him for a few hours at random and then abandoned him for weeks at a time. This time, however, he couldn’t stop working on it, fixing pieces, rewriting parts. He couldn’t even work out what was inspiring him because of how random the occurrences of inspiration had been over the last year.
He was just scribbling down a small finger shift to the previously written part of the bridge when Monte came walking in. “Yo, bad news,” he said, cringing. He offered Tommy his phone. “Look what got out,” he said softly.
Tommy took it and sighed, dropping his chin to rest on the body of the guitar in his hands as he read through all the tweeted links to an article with the headline ‘Rock Star Couple Split? Rumors of Discontent on Planet Glambert!’. “I should’ve said something already,” he said and Monte nodded.
“You should’ve said something long ago. You know tomorrow afternoon is the day, man,” he said gently.
Tommy nodded, sighing. “I know,” he said, then looked down at his papers. “I guess I’ll tweet to clear things up-“ He froze as he looked at the sheets and sheets of music. “Oh God,” he whispered, suddenly smiling a heartbroken smile as he picked them up, looking at them.
Monte raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”
Tommy smiled. “I figured out my song,” he said in a tiny voice. He ducked his head, hands shaking around fistfuls of paper. “In the middle of this I figure out my song.”
Monte hummed. “Maybe there’s something to that song then, huh?” he tried and Tommy nodded, sighing as he started playing and thinking, staring off into place. Monte just watched him play with a blank stare for a moment before walking out, leaving Tommy to work out his own problems.
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Adam sat at his table, sipping a glass of wine as he listened to Brad, who was sitting across from him going on and on about a boy he’d met. One out of many. “Brad,” he said suddenly, interrupting him.
Brad huffed. “What? Come on, I was just getting to the good part!” he whined petulantly and Adam smiled, looking down as he swirled his glass.
“I have to admit something to you,” he said softly and Brad gave him a suspicious look. “My marriage was fake all along,” he said softly. “From the very beginning it was all faked.”
Brad paused, looking at him in confusion. “No it wasn’t,” he said disbelievingly.
Adam nodded, laughing humorlessly. “Our ‘elopement’ in Quebec,” he started, shaking his head. “I got about as drunk as I’ve ever been and suggested marriage would really shake things up and Tommy was even worse than me. Sutan was the only semi-responsible one there and he thought we’d just been hiding a secret relationship so he didn’t stop us. Then we found out the next morning it was too each other and people started piecing their memories together while Sutan painted he picture…” Adam sipped his wine, snorted. “We found out later that you can’t divorce unless you live there,” he said bitterly.
Brad just hummed. “Yeah, bullshit,” he said and Adam looked up in confusion. Brad rolled his eyes. “Maybe your marriage started out as a mistake that couldn’t be fixed right away, but the ten and a half months you guys were ‘together’ were real,” he said.
Adam shook his head. “I just told you, it was all just faking to cover our asses-“
“Bullshit,” Brad said simply.
Adam frowned. “I think I know my cover up better than someone who just now found out it wasn’t real.”
Brad looked at him long and hard, searching his eyes. “Your marriage at the start may have been a mistake. But you don’t go along with a marriage for a year unless there’s something real there.” He shook his head. “Besides, nobody who has seen you two together this year, or even worse, seen you two apart since the ‘break up’ is stupid enough to think this has all been fake.”
“Brad, we did it as friends to save each other’s reputations, I’m not lying,” he stressed pointedly.
Brad just gave him a sad smile. “I saw you falling in love with him the first time you brought him out with the rest of us friends and introduced him to us, baby.” He raised his glass. “And that’s nearly three years ago now.”
Adam just stared. “I don’t know what to say to that,” he said weakly, voice leaving him.
Brad rolled his eyes. “I was so sure the straight boy was going to break your heart back then, and then you guys suddenly got MARRIED and I was shocked I’d never noticed you guys were secretly together. Now it makes sense,” he said with a wave of his hands. “I know what you’re like when you’re happy with someone and I’d never seen it between you guys. I’d seen that repression in your eyes when you looked at him but not the blinding happiness you have when you’re with someone you really like,” he said.
Adam sighed. “I hate all of this more than anything,” he whispered weakly as he downed the rest of his glass, then poured himself another.
Brad nodded. “Then why are you guys splitting up, baby?” he asked softly, reaching over to snag the bottle and pour himself more. “Because since your wedding I was convinced it had all been real. I mean, obviously you two really did fall in love in the end, so why end it if it’s killing you?” he asked gently.
Adam sighed. “I don’t even really know. Everybody keeps telling me that he loves me. Sutan is ready to beat it into me that Tommy doesn’t care I’m the wrong gender, he wants me anyways.”
Brad nodded. “I can see it,” he said, then looked up. “Why are you still here splitting a bottle of wine with your slutty friend-slash- first guy to break your heart in the first place?” he asked curiously.
Adam smiled bitterly. “Everybody keeps telling me, but Tommy hasn’t said anything. I mean… if he wanted me, he’d have said something, you know? He’s the only one who knows what he feels, they are all just seeing what they want to see.” Adam bit his lip hard. “He’s had so long to say something and he hasn’t, so that says all it needs to, doesn’t it?” he asked weakly.
Brad just eyed him. “And have you said anything?” he asked and Adam looked up. “You said Tommy hasn’t said anything… well have you?” he challenged. “Love is a two-way street, baby.”
Adam shook his head. “I don’t need to say anything, though. He’s the only one who would have issues. I’m into dick, he’s got one, he’s beautiful, I’ve been molesting him for two and a half years, and he’s the best friend I’ve ever had. Why would I need to say anything after all of that?” he questioned belligerently. “The matter is not of us misunderstanding! He’s straight and I have a dick! Even if he agreed to be with me, he’d never truly be happy with a man, Brad!”
Brad snorted. “Don’t get uppity with me, bitch,” he said, then stood up. “And I’m glad you think so little of Tommy. Hell,” he flung his hand out. “So little of the power of love in general! Do you really think someone who’s been ‘molested’, as you put it, by you for the past three years really cares about your dick in the grand scheme of ‘Adam’?!” he asked. “God, you’re so fucking stupid. Both of you. Him for not telling you he loves you and you for just assuming your gender determines if somebody loves you or not.” He turned to walk out. “If you two are too big of pussies to go for it and risk the embarrassment and awkwardness of being wrong, you don’t love each other enough anyways,” he said as he walked out. Adam just sat staring into his wine glass as Brad’s last shout echoed back from the door. “True love is worth fighting for until your last breath leaves your body, Adam. Why the hell do you think we broke up? We weren’t willing to fight for it so it wasn’t meant to be. GROW SOME BALLS!”
The slamming door rang through the silence as Adam stared down at his wineglass, letting one lonely tear escape before he reigned in his emotions, refusing to let anything make him cry again.
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Tommy bit his lip as he walked into the living room. “Monte, can I borrow the studio for a second?” he asked.
“What’s up?” he asked, standing to follow Tommy out to the small studio he had set up in back of the garage. “Need my help?”
Tommy bit his lip. “Can you start the camera when I ask?” he said in a small voice and Monte nodded.
“You’re recording something without dolling up?” he teased and Tommy just gave him a deep look. “Wait, what are you doing?” Monte asked softly.
Tommy bit his lip. “Something I should’ve done a long time ago,” he said softly, taking his guitar to go sit on the stool across from Monte’s camera he sometimes used to record jam sessions. “Hey, where’s a music stand?” he asked. “I think I’ve got it but I don’t want to mess up anywhere and have to start over,” he said, holding up a handful of rumpled pages.
Monte walked over and grabbed a stand from the corner, taking it over to Tommy. “What is this?” he asked, picking up the sheets Tommy sat down long enough to check the tuning on his guitar. Monte flipped and found the first page, eyes narrowing as he read the title. “Oh you sappy bastard,” he said softly, then turned to give him a proud smile. “Good work, kid. This song better be amazing,” he said, putting the sheets back where they belonged.
Tommy smiled, cheeks slightly pink. “Well, I started it almost a year ago. It’s as perfect as it’ll ever be now,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Alright,” he said, looking up. “Let’s get started.”
Monte gave him a look filled with pride as he walked around to start the camera, watching with a wide smile as Tommy closed his eyes and started playing.
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Adam was doing his morning yoga, trying to pretend the signing away his marriage that was happening in the afternoon was all just imaginary, when his phone rang. He glared at it but ignored it. However, when it rang several more times, he finally got up and went to answer it. “What?” he snapped, not bothering to see who it was. He heard splutters and yammering and pulled away to look and see that it was Sutan. “Sutan?”
“GET ON TWITTER!” he finally managed to get out. “Holy shit, Adam, go- now!”
Adam sighed and went to his computer, knowing nothing good could come from an urgent message to go to twitter. He logged on, however and saw a record number of mentions and replies. “What the fuck-“
“Ignore it all and look at Tommy’s tweet!” Sutan ordered.
Adam felt his gut clench as he imagined what it might say. What he found posted in a twitlonger tweet shocked him to say the least, however. He clicked it open and just stared as he read.
Over the last few days there have been a lot of rumors going around. I should’ve said something earlier, I was meant to comment the day after it happened, but I’m ready to clear some things up. To answer the most asked question, the simple way of putting it is that Adam and I are no longer living together. A few weeks ago, I made one of the hardest decisions (and biggest mistakes) of my life. I know you all want me to explain myself and I know everybody wants to know the whole story, but all I can tell you now is that 98 degrees said it best back when I was a kid-
“It's the hardest thing I ever had to do to turn around and walk away pretending I don't love you”
I can’t and won’t say everything I’d like to say here. It’s just impossible for me to reveal any more than I have. I know many of you will hate me but there is only one person out there whose approval matters to me, only one person out there who matters enough to deserve this, and only one person out there who has ever inspired me enough to lay it all on the line like this, and this is for him-
Adam felt his pulse pounding in his ears as he read the tweet which ended in a link to a YouTube video. “Oh my God,” he whispered and Sutan squealed in his ear.
“Click the link, Adam! Oh my God, click it!” he demanded and Adam complied, clicking the link that opened a YouTube video. He waited impatiently for it to load, pausing to allow it to load fully before pressing play.
The title alone made Adam’s eyes tear, though the beautiful song he recognized made him full on give up and burst into tears. He recognized the song from the pieces Tommy had worked on for the past year. He’d never heard it all together before, he’d never heard the changes Tommy had added, and he had never heard the title before.
Another Day, Another Memory
He knew immediately what the song was and what it meant to Tommy. It was amazing. Not only from the standpoint of what it stood for, but also the talent in composition that Tommy showed, the amount of emotion on his face, and most of all, how he never once missed a note, though Adam (and anybody who watched it) could see a few tears dripping off of Tommy’s bare eyelashes. Adam didn’t need to read the comments to read between the lines, or rather, the words to know the song’s real title.
Author: heartsdesire456
Rating: up to NC-17
POV: 3rd
Pairing: Adam/Tommy
Summary:When Adam first woke up, suffering the hangover from hell, his first order of business was to roll out of bed and crawl across the hotel room floor to the bathroom where he proceeded to vomit up at least half of what he’d ingested in the past twelve years of his life.
However, once that was taken care of and Adam raised his hand to flush it all away, he noticed the silver band on his left ring finger. As soon as he registered that, no, it wasn’t just a ring he forgot he put on, and that it was most likely a wedding band, his first thought was the one which was least of his concerns at the moment.
Fuck I hope it was at least a man. Woke-up-Married!fic
Disclaimer:Not mine, total work of fiction, blah blah blah
Author's Note:NOT THE LAST CHAPTER! I planned on this one being longer but I HAD to stop it here...you'll see why! *cheesy smile* Also, the hidden playlist of songs I listened to for inspiration of what Tommy's song may sound like are still hidden if you haven't found them yet! I'll help you guys out... it's WITHIN the last month. Lol. Also, for those who want links to previous chapters in each post *points down* it's added. Sorry for the incovenience but I've never NEEDED previous chapter links on my journal because people for the past 5 years have either followed along with me or found the fic in my masterlist, which links to the previous chapters of ANY fic, WIP included. Also, if for some reason you ever see a fic NOT on my masterlist, let me know and I'll fix that, BUT all my previous chapters are saved in my Memories under the title of the story, you know, if you're THAT desperate to find a fic I didn't link on my masterlist but don't want to search through my journal for weeks!
Previous Chapters
Tommy sat writing furiously as he strummed his guitar, trying to work out what he was even doing with this song. It was like something was driving him to finish it soon and he couldn’t really work out why. He didn’t understand the song because every once in a while over the last year it had taken over him for a few hours at random and then abandoned him for weeks at a time. This time, however, he couldn’t stop working on it, fixing pieces, rewriting parts. He couldn’t even work out what was inspiring him because of how random the occurrences of inspiration had been over the last year.
He was just scribbling down a small finger shift to the previously written part of the bridge when Monte came walking in. “Yo, bad news,” he said, cringing. He offered Tommy his phone. “Look what got out,” he said softly.
Tommy took it and sighed, dropping his chin to rest on the body of the guitar in his hands as he read through all the tweeted links to an article with the headline ‘Rock Star Couple Split? Rumors of Discontent on Planet Glambert!’. “I should’ve said something already,” he said and Monte nodded.
“You should’ve said something long ago. You know tomorrow afternoon is the day, man,” he said gently.
Tommy nodded, sighing. “I know,” he said, then looked down at his papers. “I guess I’ll tweet to clear things up-“ He froze as he looked at the sheets and sheets of music. “Oh God,” he whispered, suddenly smiling a heartbroken smile as he picked them up, looking at them.
Monte raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”
Tommy smiled. “I figured out my song,” he said in a tiny voice. He ducked his head, hands shaking around fistfuls of paper. “In the middle of this I figure out my song.”
Monte hummed. “Maybe there’s something to that song then, huh?” he tried and Tommy nodded, sighing as he started playing and thinking, staring off into place. Monte just watched him play with a blank stare for a moment before walking out, leaving Tommy to work out his own problems.
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Adam sat at his table, sipping a glass of wine as he listened to Brad, who was sitting across from him going on and on about a boy he’d met. One out of many. “Brad,” he said suddenly, interrupting him.
Brad huffed. “What? Come on, I was just getting to the good part!” he whined petulantly and Adam smiled, looking down as he swirled his glass.
“I have to admit something to you,” he said softly and Brad gave him a suspicious look. “My marriage was fake all along,” he said softly. “From the very beginning it was all faked.”
Brad paused, looking at him in confusion. “No it wasn’t,” he said disbelievingly.
Adam nodded, laughing humorlessly. “Our ‘elopement’ in Quebec,” he started, shaking his head. “I got about as drunk as I’ve ever been and suggested marriage would really shake things up and Tommy was even worse than me. Sutan was the only semi-responsible one there and he thought we’d just been hiding a secret relationship so he didn’t stop us. Then we found out the next morning it was too each other and people started piecing their memories together while Sutan painted he picture…” Adam sipped his wine, snorted. “We found out later that you can’t divorce unless you live there,” he said bitterly.
Brad just hummed. “Yeah, bullshit,” he said and Adam looked up in confusion. Brad rolled his eyes. “Maybe your marriage started out as a mistake that couldn’t be fixed right away, but the ten and a half months you guys were ‘together’ were real,” he said.
Adam shook his head. “I just told you, it was all just faking to cover our asses-“
“Bullshit,” Brad said simply.
Adam frowned. “I think I know my cover up better than someone who just now found out it wasn’t real.”
Brad looked at him long and hard, searching his eyes. “Your marriage at the start may have been a mistake. But you don’t go along with a marriage for a year unless there’s something real there.” He shook his head. “Besides, nobody who has seen you two together this year, or even worse, seen you two apart since the ‘break up’ is stupid enough to think this has all been fake.”
“Brad, we did it as friends to save each other’s reputations, I’m not lying,” he stressed pointedly.
Brad just gave him a sad smile. “I saw you falling in love with him the first time you brought him out with the rest of us friends and introduced him to us, baby.” He raised his glass. “And that’s nearly three years ago now.”
Adam just stared. “I don’t know what to say to that,” he said weakly, voice leaving him.
Brad rolled his eyes. “I was so sure the straight boy was going to break your heart back then, and then you guys suddenly got MARRIED and I was shocked I’d never noticed you guys were secretly together. Now it makes sense,” he said with a wave of his hands. “I know what you’re like when you’re happy with someone and I’d never seen it between you guys. I’d seen that repression in your eyes when you looked at him but not the blinding happiness you have when you’re with someone you really like,” he said.
Adam sighed. “I hate all of this more than anything,” he whispered weakly as he downed the rest of his glass, then poured himself another.
Brad nodded. “Then why are you guys splitting up, baby?” he asked softly, reaching over to snag the bottle and pour himself more. “Because since your wedding I was convinced it had all been real. I mean, obviously you two really did fall in love in the end, so why end it if it’s killing you?” he asked gently.
Adam sighed. “I don’t even really know. Everybody keeps telling me that he loves me. Sutan is ready to beat it into me that Tommy doesn’t care I’m the wrong gender, he wants me anyways.”
Brad nodded. “I can see it,” he said, then looked up. “Why are you still here splitting a bottle of wine with your slutty friend-slash- first guy to break your heart in the first place?” he asked curiously.
Adam smiled bitterly. “Everybody keeps telling me, but Tommy hasn’t said anything. I mean… if he wanted me, he’d have said something, you know? He’s the only one who knows what he feels, they are all just seeing what they want to see.” Adam bit his lip hard. “He’s had so long to say something and he hasn’t, so that says all it needs to, doesn’t it?” he asked weakly.
Brad just eyed him. “And have you said anything?” he asked and Adam looked up. “You said Tommy hasn’t said anything… well have you?” he challenged. “Love is a two-way street, baby.”
Adam shook his head. “I don’t need to say anything, though. He’s the only one who would have issues. I’m into dick, he’s got one, he’s beautiful, I’ve been molesting him for two and a half years, and he’s the best friend I’ve ever had. Why would I need to say anything after all of that?” he questioned belligerently. “The matter is not of us misunderstanding! He’s straight and I have a dick! Even if he agreed to be with me, he’d never truly be happy with a man, Brad!”
Brad snorted. “Don’t get uppity with me, bitch,” he said, then stood up. “And I’m glad you think so little of Tommy. Hell,” he flung his hand out. “So little of the power of love in general! Do you really think someone who’s been ‘molested’, as you put it, by you for the past three years really cares about your dick in the grand scheme of ‘Adam’?!” he asked. “God, you’re so fucking stupid. Both of you. Him for not telling you he loves you and you for just assuming your gender determines if somebody loves you or not.” He turned to walk out. “If you two are too big of pussies to go for it and risk the embarrassment and awkwardness of being wrong, you don’t love each other enough anyways,” he said as he walked out. Adam just sat staring into his wine glass as Brad’s last shout echoed back from the door. “True love is worth fighting for until your last breath leaves your body, Adam. Why the hell do you think we broke up? We weren’t willing to fight for it so it wasn’t meant to be. GROW SOME BALLS!”
The slamming door rang through the silence as Adam stared down at his wineglass, letting one lonely tear escape before he reigned in his emotions, refusing to let anything make him cry again.
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Tommy bit his lip as he walked into the living room. “Monte, can I borrow the studio for a second?” he asked.
“What’s up?” he asked, standing to follow Tommy out to the small studio he had set up in back of the garage. “Need my help?”
Tommy bit his lip. “Can you start the camera when I ask?” he said in a small voice and Monte nodded.
“You’re recording something without dolling up?” he teased and Tommy just gave him a deep look. “Wait, what are you doing?” Monte asked softly.
Tommy bit his lip. “Something I should’ve done a long time ago,” he said softly, taking his guitar to go sit on the stool across from Monte’s camera he sometimes used to record jam sessions. “Hey, where’s a music stand?” he asked. “I think I’ve got it but I don’t want to mess up anywhere and have to start over,” he said, holding up a handful of rumpled pages.
Monte walked over and grabbed a stand from the corner, taking it over to Tommy. “What is this?” he asked, picking up the sheets Tommy sat down long enough to check the tuning on his guitar. Monte flipped and found the first page, eyes narrowing as he read the title. “Oh you sappy bastard,” he said softly, then turned to give him a proud smile. “Good work, kid. This song better be amazing,” he said, putting the sheets back where they belonged.
Tommy smiled, cheeks slightly pink. “Well, I started it almost a year ago. It’s as perfect as it’ll ever be now,” he said, taking a deep breath. “Alright,” he said, looking up. “Let’s get started.”
Monte gave him a look filled with pride as he walked around to start the camera, watching with a wide smile as Tommy closed his eyes and started playing.
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Adam was doing his morning yoga, trying to pretend the signing away his marriage that was happening in the afternoon was all just imaginary, when his phone rang. He glared at it but ignored it. However, when it rang several more times, he finally got up and went to answer it. “What?” he snapped, not bothering to see who it was. He heard splutters and yammering and pulled away to look and see that it was Sutan. “Sutan?”
“GET ON TWITTER!” he finally managed to get out. “Holy shit, Adam, go- now!”
Adam sighed and went to his computer, knowing nothing good could come from an urgent message to go to twitter. He logged on, however and saw a record number of mentions and replies. “What the fuck-“
“Ignore it all and look at Tommy’s tweet!” Sutan ordered.
Adam felt his gut clench as he imagined what it might say. What he found posted in a twitlonger tweet shocked him to say the least, however. He clicked it open and just stared as he read.
Over the last few days there have been a lot of rumors going around. I should’ve said something earlier, I was meant to comment the day after it happened, but I’m ready to clear some things up. To answer the most asked question, the simple way of putting it is that Adam and I are no longer living together. A few weeks ago, I made one of the hardest decisions (and biggest mistakes) of my life. I know you all want me to explain myself and I know everybody wants to know the whole story, but all I can tell you now is that 98 degrees said it best back when I was a kid-
“It's the hardest thing I ever had to do to turn around and walk away pretending I don't love you”
I can’t and won’t say everything I’d like to say here. It’s just impossible for me to reveal any more than I have. I know many of you will hate me but there is only one person out there whose approval matters to me, only one person out there who matters enough to deserve this, and only one person out there who has ever inspired me enough to lay it all on the line like this, and this is for him-
Adam felt his pulse pounding in his ears as he read the tweet which ended in a link to a YouTube video. “Oh my God,” he whispered and Sutan squealed in his ear.
“Click the link, Adam! Oh my God, click it!” he demanded and Adam complied, clicking the link that opened a YouTube video. He waited impatiently for it to load, pausing to allow it to load fully before pressing play.
The title alone made Adam’s eyes tear, though the beautiful song he recognized made him full on give up and burst into tears. He recognized the song from the pieces Tommy had worked on for the past year. He’d never heard it all together before, he’d never heard the changes Tommy had added, and he had never heard the title before.
Another Day, Another Memory
He knew immediately what the song was and what it meant to Tommy. It was amazing. Not only from the standpoint of what it stood for, but also the talent in composition that Tommy showed, the amount of emotion on his face, and most of all, how he never once missed a note, though Adam (and anybody who watched it) could see a few tears dripping off of Tommy’s bare eyelashes. Adam didn’t need to read the comments to read between the lines, or rather, the words to know the song’s real title.