Heartbroken in love

Tour?

Vic POV:
(30th March 2021)

As the instrumental begins, I can't help but feel a rush of excitement coursing through me. The electric guitar kicks in, and I find myself jumping around in pure joy. Glancing backstage, I see the girls cheering me on, filling me with confidence that everything will go fine. With a smile on my face, I turn back to the audience, ready to start singing.

I want it to be, like, messy

I'm so insecure, I think
That I'll die before I drink
And I'm so caught up in the news
Of who likes me, and who hates you
And I'm so tired that I might
Quit my job, start a new life
And they'd all be so disappointed
'Cause who am I, if not exploited?

And I'm so sick of 17
Where's my fucking teenage dream?
If someone tells me one more time
"Enjoy your youth, " I'm gonna cry
And I don't stick up for myself
I'm anxious and nothing can help
And I wish I'd done this before
And I wish people liked me more

All I did was try my best
This the kind of thanks I get?
Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah)
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
Ego crush is so severe
God, it's brutal out here
(Yeah!)

I feel like no one wants me
And I hate the way I'm perceived
I only have two real friends
And lately, I'm a nervous wreck
'Cause I love people I don't like
And I hate every song I write
And I'm not cool and I'm not smart
And I can't even parallel park

I can't contain my excitement as the electric guitar kicks in once more, challenging me to jump up and down with joy. "LAST CHORUS, EVERYONE! LET ME HEAR YOU FUCKING SCREAM!" I shout, my voice filled with passion, before starting into the final chorus. I move from the left side of the stage to the right, connecting with the audience by crouching down occasionally and extending my hand for fans to grab. Spontaneously some fans pass me their phones, which I use to film myself on stage, capturing the energy and creating a special memory for the fans.

All I did was try my best
This the kind of thanks I get?
Unrelentlessly upset (ah, ah, ah)
They say these are the golden years
But I wish I could disappear
Ego crush is so severe
God, it's brutal out here
(Yeah! Just having a really good time)

As the last part of the song begins I trace the flow of a non existent tear down my cheek matching the emotion of the last lyrics.

Got a broken ego, broken heart (it's brutal out here, it's brutal out here)
And God, I don't even know where to start

I catch my breath, then lean into the microphone with a grin. "Okay, that was Brutal," I exclaim, sheepishly grinning as the crowd erupts in screams of approval. I transition seamlessly into "Traitor," "Driver's License," and "1 Step Forward, 3 Steps Back," all of these songs truly take up my energy so after the intense set, I announce a 20-minute break to rest and engage with the fans. Taking a seat at the front of the stage my feet dangling, I invite questions from the audience. "Does anyone have a question?" I ask shyly, as eager fingers shoot up. I point to a guy and he yells out, "I know you're gay, but can you be my girlfriend?" I chuckle and playfully hide my face in my hands. "Maybe," I tease, earning laughter from the audience.