You shout it out...
...But I can't hear a word you say.
They say it's the little things that count. The little instances or mistakes, the littlest choices you make that have the biggest impact on our lives. Maybe on that day if I'd been paying attention, if I hadn't had my headphones on, if I'd actually paid interest in the people around me... maybe I'd have noticed you. Maybe I'd have heard you calling out to me about a capella. Maybe everything would've changed.
As it was, I didn't hear you. I didn't hear you, I didn't notice you, and I completely bulldozed straight through your flier like it was nothing.
I had my headphones on and a rough cut of a mix playing. The lyrics and the beats and the bass were playing around in my ears and in my thoughts. Trying to figure out that one little thing that was wrong with it mattered so much more than the activites fair. I couldn't figure it out. What was wrong with this cut of the song?
And so I didn't notice your brilliantly lit up expression; the fire in your hair and the light in your eyes and the warmth in your smile. I didn't feel that spark from your hand grazing mine as you successfully shoved a flier into my hands. And I didn't get to hear your beautiful, entrancing voice at all. I just walked right passed.
"Hey, any interest in joining our Bellas?"
A more perfect muse couldn't have been handed to me, but I just walked on by. The flier fell from your hands and was trampled beneath my feet.