He's a What?

Confession

I know I'm not straight. I'm not really gay either. I guess I just never really felt a connection to anyone. And now Dave comes along, and suddenly I fall head over heels? It's been a month, and I keep acting like an idiot in front of him. Whenever I'm on stage singing and I look at him, I choke. I need to get over this! He's probably straight anyway. Whatever, I could never date him anyway. I cannot come out of the closet. No one would hire me! It's terrible, I know, but inevitable. Every time that Dave says hello to me, I practically melt. I feel like a goddamn high school student. I have to stop! I'm being way to obvious about this. Dave is bound to notice something. Not to mention the directors are pretty smart about this sort of thing. I need to watch my step, or else.

"Hey Bernie, can I talk to you?" My heart skipped a beat. (Not literally, that would be a serious medical problem) I nod. "Um.. Cool." Dave chucked and gestures towards the door outside. The sun hit his face in a beautiful way. It made is dark eyes seem like caramel being drizzled over ice cream, and his hair was chocolate. I smiled a little. He didn't even look at me. "Hey man, I'm under a lot of stress right now. "'Gary Indiana' is really hard to play. Can you do me a favor?" I told him I would. Was he going to ask me to help him? I got excited just thinking about it. The two of us sitting on the same bench, hands playing piano until out hands accidentally touch and- "Can you ask Drake to sing a little slower?" Drake is the kid playing Winthrop, who sings "Gary Indiana". "Oh." I answered. He cocked his head a bit and gave a little smile. "'Oh'?" I gasped. That totally sounds like I was in love with him. "Oh, yeah! Of course." So it wasn't a romantic offer, but he had started asking things of me. One day maybe he'll come to me with trouble with a song, and he'll need me to help him with it, and then two of us would be sitting on the bench, until our hands met and -