The denim feels a little too loud for someone who just wants to hide behind his drums, but somehow I’m still here. If I look up, I might catch your eyes… so give me a second, okay? I’ll get there eventually.
Thought the stage lights would make me feel braver, but they only made the floor look more interesting today. So I kept my eyes there, counting the lines on the stage like it might help my heartbeat slow down.
They say I’m good at drums, but up here I still feel like the kid who practices in a quiet room, hoping no one is listening too closely. I keep my head down, let my hands do the talking, and pretend the spotlight is just another practice light.
I used to hide behind the drums, but tonight felt different. The sound carried me first, and somewhere in between the beats I forgot to be shy. I looked out, just for a moment, and it didn’t feel so scary. Maybe this is what it means to enjoy the stage.
The rhythm finds me first, steady and familiar, like it already knows where I’m going. I follow it without thinking too much, letting each beat stack gently on the next. The stage feels softer this way, like everything moves in time with me.
I caught a glance without meaning to, then another like I was checking if you were really there. It feels quieter like this, but somehow lighter too. Maybe I can stay like this for a while, just looking up and not looking away so quickly.
★% Midnight hum curls around a tiny stage, gentle swings slipping into every corner. Fingers play a quieter game tonight, trading bold hits for soft little stories. A small grin sneaks in, like I know something the rhythm won’t say out loud.
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