You're Mine // WLW

Wishing You the Best of Luck

published 10/13/24

"Let's get you mic'd up." Max said, leading me through the back entrance. The corridor was filled with posters of past performers, a silent homage to the legends who have graced this building. I traced my fingers over one of them—an artist I admired deeply. Amy Winehouse.

As we approached the stage, the sound of the instruments being tuned and voices testing microphones enveloped me. It feels like stepping in a different world, one where I belonged. I took a moment to soak it all in, the sight of the stage lights hanging overhead, ready to shine down on me.

"Ready to take it on?" Max asked, placing a hand on my shoulder.

I nodded, the nerves settling into a familiar thrill. "Yeah, let's do this!"

Stepping onto the stage felt like a rite of passage. The lights flickered on, bathing everything in a warm glow. I could almost imagine the distant roar of the crowd, their energy electrifying the air.

"Let's start with soundcheck." I said, raising my voice to cut through the noises all around. The band quickly took their places and I grabbed the microphone, feeling its cool weight in my hand.

The speakers start to rumble as soundcheck begins. "Testing, one, two, three" I called out, my voice echoing back at me.

We played a few songs, my nerves gradually fading away, replaced by the exhilarating feeling of performing. I watched the crew moving around, adjusting lights and instruments, all while I lost myself in the rhythm. Each note felt more powerful, more alive, reminding me why I was even here in the first place.

As we wrapped up soundcheck, I felt the rush of adrenaline still coursing through my body. "That felt amazing!" I exclaimed, glancing over at Max, who was grinning from ear to ear.

"See? you were born for this!" he said, clapping back at me.

Just then, my phone buzzed in my pocket, pulling me out of the post-performance euphoria. I fished it out, my heart racing at the thought of who it might be. This time, I wasn't disappointed. The screen lit up with a new message from Billie

"Hey! Sorry, I've been swamped. Heard you're playing a show tonight? Wishing you the absolute best of luck <3"

I felt a rush of excitement. The butterflies returned.

Max must've noticed the shift in my expression because he raised an eyebrow. "Good news?"

I hesitated, my pulse quickening. I hadn't told him about Billie reaching out to me. The thought of sharing it felt too intimate. I want to keep this moment to myself just for a bit longer, so I can take it all in like sacred treasure. I tucked my phone back in my pocket, trying to play it cool.

"Yeah, just a good luck text." I said casually.

He smirked. "From who?"

I rolled my eyes feeling the heat creep up my neck. "Just a friend."

Max gave me a knowing look but didn't push it further. "Well, whoever it is, they know whats up. You're about to kill it tonight."

I nodded, trying to shake off the jitters and chase the butterflies away that had came in full force. I glanced out at the empty seats in the venue, imaging them filled with fans. The thought was overwhelming, but now it felt a little different. Billie was somewhere out there, thinking of me too, even if it's just for a second. And somehow that made me feel like I had a little extra fire tonight.

Max clapped his hands, bringing me out of my thoughts. "Alright, let's get some food before the show. You need fuel."

I followed him backstage, my thoughts still stuck on Billie's message. As we made our way through the halls, I quickly typed out a reply. "No worries. I am in fact playing a show, Im out here in LA tonight! Thank you for the wishes!" I hit send before I could overthink it and shoved my phone right back in my pocket, shifting my focus on the night ahead.