Delilah
There was something ultimately freeing about playing for thousands of people. Watching them move, the sweat glistening on their bodies catching the many multicoloured lights as they lost themselves to the music I was creating. Their hear beats thrumming in time with the bass.
There was always a moment in any set where I became one with the music and the crowd in front of me.
We were one entity.
A living breathing sweating being.
It was the best kind of high.
”You’re killing it.”
I watched my Friend and mentors mouth move but I couldn’t hear it with the bass pumping in my ears. I could tell he was really happy though. His face was split open in a wide grin.
Seamlessly I span the next task in, the headphones slipped around my neck. Fist pumping the air above my head, I bo
