Description
Team's hand works the upbeat strum-pattern perfectly, his hand picking the silver strings and gently slapping the pick guard in an exceptional rhythm, never missing a beat. He is the drummer and the guitarist. He is the melody, vibrating his vocals chords to create his own band for his own set. His own world. Win's lips softly part as he becomes entranced by the gifted young musician, his eyes never pulling away. He remains the One Person In Front. He doesn't notice that the audience shifted slightly backwards to leave room for Win the closer he approached the stage. Tenderness, youth, and calm coat the song, dripping from it like warm honey. There's something mesmerizing about Nong-Team. His timbre is clear, his smile is bright. He plays so perfectly despite his eyes closing the more he feels the melody. The clothing he sports, the tousled hair delicately in his eyes... He could sit on the Bangkok shoreline, or by the river playing a song like this one to serenade a lover, existing or not. Who is Team singing about? A girl? A friend? Both? Even as the song ends, Win doesn't dare move away. He shudders to think what will decorate the walls of WeChat, Facebook, and Twitter within the next hours with his gawking, but the shudder is brief enough to smother. There is a something... Pure, and gentle, and lovely, about this song. This boy.
Chapter One - Team Fighting!
