In the Moshpit - Joost Klein

15.

I had never felt so high from watching a performance. It was this new type of rush that you could feel all the way down to your tippy toes. Joost had this fun yet meaningful song that he put into a crazy performance that represented his concerts in 3 minutes. He nailed it completely.

The worst part was just that I had to go on afterwards. That was a true confidence killer. I would never be able to move people in such a way. I would maybe make one person cry with my performance and 9/10 it was I who was crying.

Joost thanked the people and walked towards me. He was jumping and was in a full performance mood. There was no way that man could calm down. He almost screamed out in excitement as he left the stage.

"What did you think? Was it good? Did you like it?" Joost was high on the questions.

"I loved it, Joost. I'm already getting self-conscious about following up on that performance" I smiled.

I then realised what outfit I was wearing and got more self-conscious. I was barely covered and thought that I was about to expose myself in front of the whole audience. My smile fell and my arms went around my stomach in an attempt to cover myself up.

Joost noticed the change in my sudden mood. "Are you alright?" He only looked me in my eyes, nowhere else.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little nervous" I lied. I wasn't nervous to perform, I was nervous about how uncomfortable I felt in the outfit.

"You look a bit cold" He commented yet he still didn't look down at my body that was only covered my black mesh.

I didn't say a word. I just looked up at him. I wanted desperately to just cover myself in any type of fabric. I hated feeling so exposed to everyone. This truly felt like a nightmare coming true.

It was as if he was able to read my thoughts. Joost took his big blue suit jacket off and made me turn around for him. He put my hands through the jacket and pulled it over my shoulders. The jacket was quite oversized on me, so it just managed to go down to my mid thighs. The jacket covered more than the dress I wore, which should say a lot about the dress considering the jacket was 'cropped' on Joost.

"You look beautiful honey" he adored me in his jacket. "I would almost say that you look better with pointy shoulders than me"

He was so kind that I almost wanted to cry from the gesture. I looked up at the blond man with small tears appearing in the corners of my eyes. Joost then lightly cupped my cheeks as he brushed the tears away.

Joost didn't look at me with hunger or when I cried, he didn't look like he felt powerful from it. Joost looked at me like I was the only one there.

"Alright honey you will absolutely smash that fucking stage tonight. Everyone will scream from the top of their lungs when they see you" Joost pulled me in for a little hug with his arms resting around my neck and shoulders.

As the lights went down on stage and my name was called on stage, I said goodbye to Joost. He wished me good luck just as I left him. When I got in position on the stage, the light was turned on.

"Do you guys like my outfit?" I chuckled as I asked the crowd. When everyone cheered at it, I looked back to see Joost standing there with the biggest grin on his lip. I think he was enjoying this just as much as I did.

My song started but I barely sung any of it. I felt so tired and exhausted that the last thing I had energy to do was put a lot of effort into my performance tonight. Luckily, the crowd saved me and sang it to me. I just stood there in awe over how good they all knew the lyrics.