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False eyelashes glued and stuck on: you'd never think that something so small and flimsy could be so damn uncomfortable. Zoom in to the moment halfway through our last show, panorama upwards past the watchful faces of the crowd and stare straight into the head lights. Feel the tinkering notes sink in skin, deep breath, drop jaw- and let the music flow.

Think about all the times you've sang this song staring at an empty wall imagining he was standing there, let your eyes dip to find him in the crowd and still be amazed by the fact that he is right there, real and concrete. Fingers clench, harmonies swell, diaphragm drops and falsetto rings; blink and you feel like 8 months ago whispering this tune through the phone when he was on the verge of losing it, blink and you step forward left, right left, blink and you hear your own voice waiver as your throat closes up.

Blink, he's here, he always was.