" I grasp his face in my hands, forcing his emerald eyes back to mine. “Let them think what they want. You’re going to blow them away.”
“And how do you know that?”
“Because I know you. And I’ve heard your music. It’s amazing.”
One corner of his mouth kicks up. “That’s because all the songs are about you.”
I grin. “I mean, that helps. "

― Kristen Granata , Dear Santa