Dustin sang until the song was over. He did not realize she had come through their connecting bathroom. He sang with every fiber of his being. He sang to express what was in his heart. H could only sing what he was feeling but his voice was naturally beautiful. Yet he had been told he was horrible. He had been told his guitar and his piano skills sucked. That he was just making noise. So often had he heard this that he believed. He was unaware that she was nearby and dancing. He did not feel his songs were dance worthy. They sucked and so did he. Or so he had been told over and over again. Yet this was what he had been told non stop. It never stopped him from using music to soothe his soul. To last just a little bit longer. He jumped and set aside the guitar quickly and fell quiet. How long had she been standing there? He paled a bit. Shaking his head. "My singing is horrible. I am sorry I woke you with such an awful singing as mine is." He said. His voice clearly quoting something he had been told over and over again. He looked at her. She danced to that horrible music. He looked down and shook his head. "This is how I try to make myself feel alive. I wrote these songs. I am not going to promise that they will be happy and I doubt I'll actually be happy. I'm sorry but I do not function on that level that you seem to always be on." He said softly. He took the guitar and began to play another song. Beginning to sing softly. He didn't look at her but secretly hoped that she would like it. When he finished he fell silent and set the guitar aside.<br/><br/><object height="360" width="640"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/COMpeSepvWk"/><param name="wmode" value="transparent"/><embed height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/v/COMpeSepvWk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="640" wmode="transparent"/></object>