“Maybe… maybe now…” he smiled, squeezing Jay gently.

He didn’t have that option before. He wouldn’t, and couldn’t, take it. When he left home at 18, he knew he only had about seven years to live his entire life. A tight timeframe to learn everything he needed to know about how to write music, how to perform, to actually start a band, record an album, tour the world, make all his dreams come true… It was hard to stop counting down.

“Oh, I don’t want to settle for a small one…” he smiled.