here’s a little @beshaon lore if you care to read it...
when i first moved to los angeles, noah was one of the first people that i met and actually held a conversation that wasn’t just little meaningless smalltalk. i think that means a lot when you’ve all of a sudden found yourself living in a completely different country. it was at a bar. there was some obnoxious rando that kept trying to talk to me, but that wasn’t noah. actually, noah was the one to save me from him. this isn’t some “we locked eyes and fate ran its course” sort of story. it’s more of a “we happened to lock eyes from across the bar after i was trying to make eye contact with literally anyone and my gut instinct told me that he’d be able to help me out of this sticky little situation so i had no choice but to listen and make a line straight towards him.”
and i’m so happy i was right.
noah and i got matching tattoos within 24 hours of knowing each other and i think we’ve been tied together ever since. noah has purposefully asked to make pit stops so i can see cows when i visit him on tour, simply because i like them. he’s the type of person to carry your shoes and give you his coat after a long night out when all you can think about is getting home and going to bed because he cares more about making sure that you’re comfortable than anything else. he never lets me fix his mask before he darts back on stage for that song, even if it’s crooked. we have this silly little tradition of eating dessert before we go to bed because that’s how we started so why would we ever stop? noah’s the only person i’d ever want to play house with for as long as he can stand it all and honestly, i hope that’s forever and a half. thanks for being my favorite friend.
