He could hear her heart singing out of tune or maybe it was just her eyes singing the blues. The eyes that brought him a smile every time he saw them. They were eyes that were as beautiful and perfect as the rest of her. He realized that they were empty, he realized she was empty. Her little smiles turned blank and she was gone. He new he had do something he always had feelings for the girl with the beautiful eyes.
        He asked her to join him for a night. He pulled his ***** records off the shelf. He knew her blood was on the line. He asked her for what could potentially be a last dance, for what could be her last dance. He took her hands and held her close. They were the only people in the room. He felt like they were the only two in the world. They danced until the scratchy record stopped and when they finished he kissed her cheek.
      For the first time in awhile her little smile was no longer blank, but filled with joy and her eyes were filled with happiness. He took the girl with the beautiful eyes and looked into them and kissed her. It knocked her off her feet but he was there to catch her. She knew from then on that he would always be there to catch her.