1.0 Cincinnati ❤️

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Author's Note: I just made a tour Instagram to make things easier for me 😘 Also can we take a second to appreciate that picture of Michael in the media, damn.
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@WWJOY: 9.25.19 Cincinnati ❤️

////////////IVY'S POV////////////

The lights were too bright. The screams were deafening. The air felt thick with heat. My fingers were practically numb from moving up and down the frets on my guitars. It was the first show of the World War Joy Tour, and I felt like I was gonna pass out, but I wouldn't change anything about this moment. This is what pure joy felt like.

It was September in Cincinnati, and there was no reason for it to be so incredibly hot. After entering the second half of our set I could feel rivers of sweat pouring off me. Before playing actual concerts and not opening or doing small scale shows, I never realized how fucking tiring concerts were. As a band we don't have choreography like many solo artists, but we do have the habit of our set rolls.

Daisy would roam all over the stage. She was the classic front woman, always running up and down the stage or catwalk trying to interact and engage with as many people as possible. She always looked like a true country star, even now. She's learned to block out her intense southern accent while singing for the most part, but to this day she still sometimes sounds intensely southern.

Beth seemed to radiate energy from her drum stool. She genuinely became one with the drums. A whirlwind of arms, legs, and drum sticks. She had this way of captivating the crowd and really becoming the shining star. I stand by that if Beth wasn't our drummer, she would be selling out stadiums and being an absolute rockstar with her long blonde hair and almost gravelly rough singing voice. I was a massive Beth fan, and every time she got to sing in our songs my fan girl would let loose.

Liv was your classic bassist. She had fun on stage. She always found her section of the crowd and spent all the time she wasn't singing genuinely goofing off with the attendees. I've never understood how she could last for almost two hours holding that insanely heavy bass, but Liv did it like a champ. I'm convinced she's a superhero or something.

August stuck to her keys. She was probably the calmest on stage of all of us. She was always bopping along or playing, but she liked to stay with her feet planted on the floor with her stunning August smile radiating pure joy into the crowd. The only time she came out from her corner was when she had fun on her keytar with Daisy in center stage. They even choreographed a little dance to one of the songs. She was the equivalent to the sun while playing. Her love for music and piano shines and bathes the entire crowd in a joy only August could unlock.

After my years of drumming, I am so used to being stuck in one spot, I tend to stick to a small section of the stage by my mic. I love dancing and getting into the music with the crowd, I just tend to be very specific about where I am. I never noticed that I don't move away from my mic until Daisy asked me about it on The Good Witch Tour almost two years ago, but I have never gotten comfortable moving around the stage like Daisy and Liv, and even Beth on occasion.

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