Brushed His Hand

from The Deaths of Sebastian Telephone by Blaseball: The Musical

Erica Ewell as Sebastian Telephone Isaac Ludington as Conner Haley

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Bass: Deidra Skye Acoustic Guitar: Louie Zong Electric Guitars: Neil Bickford Keys, Drums, & Mix: rain

[Conner]
The sun is setting, there’s a golden glow
Sebastian’s here, and he’s ready to go
With as much energy as he had
When we started this game, five hours ago
And he’s got a little sweaty, and his hair’s slicked back
With the evening sun, and the swinging bat
And he’s got that half smile
That half smile that I like

And I hope he noticed, I hope he noticed

When I brushed his hand when I handed the glove
And I brushed his hand when I passed him the water
And I brushed his hand while waiting on the bus
And I said sorry, but I wasn’t sorry
When I brushed his hand when I passed him his bat
And he laughed a little bit while I straightened his hat
And I put my head on his shoulder while we napped through the
7-hour flight from Seattle to Dallas

[Sebastian]
The game’s over, getting ready to leave
I ask him if he wants to stick around here with me
And we lie around on the bleachers
Listening to Sidney Gish through my bad phone speakers
And he breathes a little heavy from the exercise
And the sunset catches a glow in his eyes
And he’s got that half smile
That half smile that I like

And I hope he noticed, I hope he noticed

When I brushed his hand when I passed him his bag
And I brushed back his hair from in front of his eyes
[BOTH]
And I brushed his hand while waiting on the bus
And I said sorry, but I wasn’t sorry
[Sebastian]
And I held out my hand, to help him down from the bleachers
And I went to tie his lace, before he tripped on his sneakers
[BOTH]
And I put my head on his shoulder while we napped through the
7-hour flight from Seattle to Dallas