When I first met Jasmine Greene, she came in as raindrops.
Cage.
Isolated.
Harder.
Life made us colder.
She was different, but so was I.
Years later, she was standing in front of me on a street in New Orleans.
And in a flash, she was gone.
Something in her voice gave me a hope I always wished to find.
Something in her eyes told me her smile wasn\'t always the truth.
The only things we had in common were our music and our loneliness.
I was the awkward musician, and she was the high school queen.
When I first met Jasmine Greene, she came in as raindrops