The next day, I spent the whole day following Midnight around and watching him.  Did I think he would actually he would help me gang up on the others? He hasn't even talked to the other animals. Only me. He went into the back room which is the room where Mr. Snow does music. He's a musician. When I followed him in I hid underneath the table right by the door with a table clothe that reaches the floor. The perfect hiding spot! I see Mr. Snow's acoustic guitar sitting perched up against the wall. I can see Spot the bunny sitting next to it. Midnight walks over to Spot and says," Ready to practice my song, Spot?" Spot nods and turns towards the guitar. Midnight sat in the middle of  the room. I heard the guitar music to Staring at The Sun by Jason Aldean start playing. Spot plays the guitar? Obviously cos' there he is playing the guitar in front of my eyes. Midnight's eyes are glittering. Does he see me?  He starts singing in a voice that could make any cat melt under his paws. I love it.

" She's like staring at the sun. She could easily blind someone. Other she-cats I see none. She's like staring at the sun." Here comes the chorus. " She gets on to you. Under your fur like a tattoo. She'll always be there. She holds on stuck in your head like an old song. She ain't goin' no where." He is such a good singer it sends chills up my spine. I feel like I just took a trip to heaven and back. Like the angels sang to me personally. I turned my eyes back to him and he said looking at the table," Margaret, did you have a nice concert under that table?" I freeze. He spoke again taking a step closer," You can come out. I'm not mad." I slowly slip out from under the table to find my self face to face with Midnight. He stared into my eyes, which made me look down. He lowered himself to the ground so he once again was face to face with me. " Look, I'm not made at you. You're my BFF," he held out his paw for me to put my paw on his. I did and we shook paws. He turned towards Spot and said," Great run. You're really good at the guitar. Wouldn't you agree, Margaret?" I nodded and said," All you need is a drummer and I'd melt every time I heard you." Midnight nodded and turned to leave. Before he left he stopped and whispered in my ear," I know you have been following me all day. I hope you enjoyed the show." He walked out without another word. I stayed in the room five more minutes so he wouldn't think I was following him and then left the room to go to bed. The show made me tired. So did following Midnight around all day. Maybe I should stop before he thinks I like him. I reached my bed and laid down thoughts buzzing my mind. I was asleep before I knew it and dreamed about beautiful music.