The Feed

Millions of eyes are burning a hole into your skull trying desperately to remember this image of you. All eyes are on you. The stadium’s scorching echoes increase: they want more. Everyone wants more. The music stumbles into silence and all that’s left are goodbye’s, but it’s not over because hours of egregious rehearsals await. Every nerve in your body is threatening to burst with exhaustion, every vessel and neuron of your brain is soaked with the instrumental and the lyric