As the lights have dimmed out and the singer takes a step to the microphone. The room is filled with noises and dozen colors of emotions. He opens his mouth with a power of letting out an army of sounds that dance their way to the crowd, making everyone's hearts beat to the rhythm of it through out the song. He takes credit for his talent but he doesn't mention it out loud 'cause he doesn't want to seem too arrogant. As the crowd swings to the music, he ends his preformance to a high note with pride, carrying an understanding that he has something special in his voice.

He blinks his eyes not once, but twice, realizing that he has just touched millions of lives he never knew existed before. He bows down, as if he was grieving, when he has actually just closen his eyes to realize this was one of the highlights of his life. The singer sheds a tear while he glares at all these people, amazed by their love and support.

In about 5611 miles away, a girl in her livingroom sheds a tear too, being one of the touched ones and realizing this moment was on of her life's higlights too. Still, though being so far away, she feels like she's in the same room, breathing the same air, dancing with sounds. She doesn't like her past, she's been bullied at school, been heartbroken and lost, and lost her father in a car accident recently. When it all comes to this moment she doesn't care. She finds it harder to live through life than through music and now that she's been touched by this amazing, talented man she feels more alive than she has for a while.

She has great appreciation towards him and she's not quite sure how to handle it. She doesn't want to ruin the pure moments with the music so she kind of shuts herself away from everything surrounding it. She's happy to live that far away from all the chaos that's surronding the singer now, it makes it easier for her to canalize her feelings through music without letting the hormones distract her. After all, she's only 17 and she does love the dimples at his cheeks and the way he turns his head to the right. She just wants to make it clear with everyone, that those things don't matter to her, that it's the way he sings a song with passion that takes music to a whole new level to a world of it's own. A world with colors, layers and horizons with no end in sight.

She wonders if there's ever a way to thank this man for exposing his soul and giving her the new passion towards life, that she never knew existed before. Words could never cover for that and she doesn't have an option to travel 5611 miles away to give him a personal thank you, so just for now, she waits for him to come to Finland, or even to Europe and make the abyss of 5611 miles even an ocean smaller. Just for now, she waits as she writes a thank you.