Here's to the dreamers.
To those who have ever felt lost and lonely and had nothing else to turn to. To those who have loved. To those who have sat in their rooms alone, heartbroken. To those who put on headphones in the middle of the night and danced. To those who always hold out for hope.
To those who travel, where time and space don't exist. To those who have driven endless miles or have sat in an airport crying on their way to a place they thought was home. To those who embrace the journey.
To those who throw caution to the wind and jump wildly while bony knees graze the barrier. To those who aren't worried about how they look or sound, but only care to let out every ounce of energy, every ounce of sadness, or every ounce of happiness. To those who throw their arms in the air and sing their hearts out.
To those who are near and far, and to those who have yet to be met. To those who wait for hours in the searing sun, the freezing December temperatures, or the rough streets of Montmarte. To those who sit in mini-vans during a tornado watch and to those who share bottles of Jack Daniels while sitting on the ground and endlessly talk as though they have always known each other.
Here's for the singers, the crazy ones, the screamers, the shakers, the misfits. Here's to the fans. Here's to the music. Here's to the real thing.
And here's to the next adventure.