Already, I seem to feel my heart shaking, my mind blanking, and my soul leaving. And I am trembling and sweating buckets. It is a hot day but my hands are freezing and my lips are locked. Thank God I am not the one who'll announce his name. The name that I long to say, but who am I under the Devil's contract.

  Screams. I hear screams all around. And there he goes, out of the curtain, wrapped in black. As beautiful as the last time I saw him. Running around with a big smile just like six years ago. When were standing side by side, when were together. As we had gone down the stage, we cried, knowing the next time we stand by the crowd, we wouldn't have each other. Shanghai knew our hearts wanted to stay the same.   The sun nudges me with its shine, giving a vague hint to look at him. Funny how the sun also blocks my view on him. I shade my eyes with my hand, finally able to see his back.    My hands move by itself. They are still stiff but they don't want to stop, resulting vague movement of claps.   Heaven's on my side, it lets our eyes meet. One second feels like forever, and forever feels like one second. Memories come running into my mind. As if someone flicks a switch and all our good times are recalled. I remember staring at him when he was across the stage. I think we were at the same distance as today.   If he knows he's always in mind. If he knows he's always in my sight. If he knows I never miss a thing about him. If he knows I notice that he has