Michael's POV I hear the music, I feel the music, I feel it flowing through me more than the adrenaline I feel when performing it. I become part of it as I play it with the steel-like vocals, and soothing guitars. The drums sounding through the sir, as the guitar and bass run along with it emphasizing the vocals. My voice is deep and raspy as I sing soothingly. Letting it all slip away, and feeling what the song means. It was a cover, a simple cover, that meant so much. And in that moment it was like nothing was there, but me and the music. The sound, If You're Gone by Matchbox Twenty was the song, "If you're gone, baby it's time to come home..." I sounded the vocals through the whole dimly-lit place. It was as if, for one moment, I was complete. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Collaboration between me and Oreo. I WAS GONE ALL DAY SO IT TOOK FOREVER!!! Haha
I just got to Frech's, a new bar that opened up recently. I'm not a drinker, and I don't go out much, but tonight is open mic night. It's the first time I'll be singing infront of an audience. Even if my listeners are all drunk, I just want recognition. When I sing, it's like time stops. Nothing else matters, it's no longer gravity holding me to the earth, it's my vocals. Hitting the notes with such perfection and ease. I feel the beats and chords like they're the blood coursing though my veins. The lyrics tell a story, however you interpret it. They can bring back memories, take you to another place, time, or even world. Singing takes away the pain from my everyday life. Singing is my life.