The way her hair parts
The way she pulls her guitar up to her chest, higher than anything else
The way her fingers press against the strings, the keys of her keyboard, slender, gentle.
Wrists inked, but almost bare, nothing compared to her sister.
The way her tongue licks those lips, the way the same tongue causes that lisp.
The way her face hardens when she gets angry
The way the sides of her mouth perk up when she smiles
The way her eyes light up when she gets excited
The way she fiddles with her ear, her microphone stand, an old habit
The way she bites her pick when she can’t find a place to put it
The way her hands fumble when she tunes her guitar
The way she shifts awkwardly from side to side on stage
The way she marches on the spot, to Alligator
The way she is, she’s Sara Quin
There are average fans who get to meet their idols . Then there are these kinda of ninja fans who are amazing but sometimes never meet their idol… I feel like is she read this she’d probably give you some serious props .