Dylan Finleigh Goodacre

I’ll try, but if I may not have any decent feedback. I might just enjoy the music too much. 

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I grew up just me and my grandmother, for the most part, so I’m not used to being around this many people inside a house. 

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This house is even bigger than Seymour described it to be…

You are very sweet, Dyl. 

And lucky for both of us, I was already planning on going to your next show. 

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I never thought I’d be the depressed type, but… god, I think I’m depressed. 

But you totally are cool enough to be performing, Dyllie. You’re the cooliest. 

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Thanks. I guess I just don’t quite feel like it yet. I mean, I’m excited, but just really nervous still. Um, can I ask you something? 

No fucking way!! I told you people would like your music, Dyl. You’re a star, and we all fuckin know it. I love you. Don’t forget that. We’re all going, yeah? I’ll get tickets for me and Bo and Avalon and we’ll all come see you. All three shows.

Oh, no. Not you too. Okay, okay. Let me get comfy. Hit me with it, Dyllie. 

Who else is giving you news? Wait, nevermind. I wanna just tell you. I got asked to do three Jingle Balls this year. Two in California, and one in New York City. The one in New York is at Madison Square Garden. I’m going to be performing at Madison Square Garden! 

It’s just a root beer. I swear to god. 

You don’t have to be paranoid. We all know you’re doing good. 

And look! Watch this! I set up a little stand over here that’s brown and green and I put a coffee machine and a coffee mug. It’s like a little Starbucks!

Oh my gosh. Noel, you are such a precious soul. 

Me too. 

Um, sure. Maybe some cinnamon toast. 

I’m on it. Hey, don’t ever up and ditch us again, alright? It was scary. 

I’m good. I promise. And if I’m ever not good, I have coping skills and a real support system now. I have things i can do to help myself.

Okay. And if you’re ever not good, you can talk to me too. I mean it. I’m not a little girl anymore. I’d rather have you relapsing and still alive than just dead.