DC

this is christopher carrabba.

he has a voice of an angel.

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his voice melts my heart.

so does his pretty face.

and one time, like two years ago, my awesome sister Holly went with me so we could see him serenade the lovely town of SLC. it was rockin. especially because it was us and like a bazillion fourteen year-old singing/screaming/crazy girls and other weirdos that were smoking and other crazy things.

i guess i was fourteen once. but certainly not two years ago. and really, for a long while there, it wasn't so rockin at all. it was obnoxious. because we had to wait hours and hours and endure these really awful opening bands. and we thought really hard about leaving.

and then that boy, he came out on stage!

he did, he did!!!

mister carrabba...

she said to me, "oh.....he IS cute."

and with stars in my eyes, I said, "why, yes, holl, I believe I call that positively dreamy."

and he is positively dreamy. wouldn't you say?

the end.

{Dear Megan, darling, as I think of it now, we should have taken you with us, you rocker girl. He may have just spotted your dazzling face in the crowd, sang every song right to you, and fallen head over heels for you by the end of the night. And where would we be then? Dad would SO love his sleeve tatoo-ness and such. I'm sure of it. I know I do. Love, Hollie Rae.}