People are nature's biggest curiosity. Naturally, I observe them every chance I get. The last time I was here, it was no different. My fascination rested with the girl to my left. She was obsessed with the guitarist, claiming that he was "amazing" and "the man of her dreams." She fantasized about dating him. She wondered what it would be like to know that she inspired the songs or to meet him backstage for a familiar kiss, rather than an awkward handshake. I smirked at her musings wryly, long since having given up any notions of romance, let alone with a shining star. How funny the tricks fate plays on us. As I watch you sing on stage, the spotlight bright, and listen to words meant only for me, and await that backstage kiss, I can't help but glance at the girl to my left. She's not as starstruck as I remember; She doesn't know everything about you. She doesn't even know your name. I wonder why. You're the brightest star I know. Everyone should love you and know your name. A scoff brings me back to reality; I look to my right. I know that sneer. I wore it once myself. To this girl, I'm just another girl to her left, but I can't help my spreading grin. Perhaps I am the girl to the left, but you love me, and so my world's all right.