As the rest of the band came together, I could eel the electricity flowing through me.
There was a conductor of that energy as the bass came in. Even my backup dancers added to the surge before I belted my first note.
I sang and I truly felt alive despite this being just practice for me. I didn’t even have my whole setup with the monitors and pyro going on.
This was the life I wanted. Other musicians wish they had as much credibility as I did.
Of course, having parents with nice jobs certainly helped, too.
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