He plays the guitar with a soft raspy voice we spent last night ******* this morning too he didn't mind take after take of my audition video seventeen strong but he demanded ten more shopping and laughing and kisses losing count of how many times he tells me I'm beautiful resting my head on his as he watches all twenty seven auditions again and again to make sure I am successful and choose only the best I fall asleep in kingsize white sheets peaceful and smiling knowing that I am safe and happy.
since the posting of this poem 3 hours ago he had me do a million takes again and do ridiculous things so I feel as comfortable in his apartment as I did in my old drama class.