You show up. You show yourself. This is all a collection of gongs, riffs, beats, twangs, clatters, aaaaaahs, oooooohs. Many showed up for the casting call but you were the chosen one. Those 60,000 milliseconds felt eternal–you in front of the producer and their assistant. No comments. But hey, you got the callback. And now the stage lights welcome you, warm you, embrace you.
You bring your best and your worst. This was a last minute addition to an already sold out show. The cues are disorienting so you focus on the music, hoping that you will touch a couple of hearts, make a couple of new fans. Play us your most popular song on Spotify, they asked then. You play it now. You get no claps, no woots, no aaaaahs, no ooooohs; just chatter and stares. Whatever happens at least you have a merch table.
Wait: How much do your tees cost again?