Deteriorate

Mystery.

Scott

I'm going to a neurologist tomorrow.

We have a show tonight, and I've been feeling really weird and uneasy today.

Despite the feelings, I blast Beyoncé from my phone in the dressing room to get pumped up.

I sing this awesome riff and finish up my hair.

"Which shirt underneath?" Avi asks.

"White." Mitch says.

"Cool." Avi says and fixes his hair.

"HAS ANYONE SEEN MY CELLO?" Kevin calls from the closet.

"It's backstage." Mitch says.

"Oh." Kevin says, stepping back into the room.

"Can I come in?" Kirstie says from outside the door.

I open the door. "Hey Kirst. Showtime?"

"Yep. Five minutes." She says and takes a sip of water.

"Come on backstage, guys." Esther says, running down the hall.

We all grab our mics from her hand and do some quick warm ups.

"Bring it in." Kevin says.

Shit, what if she tries to talk to me.

I link arms with Mitch and Avi, trying not to listen.

"Scott!"

I feel my breathing become heavier.

"Please listen to me."

My breathing becomes faster and I feel like I can't breathe.

"Dude, you okay?" I hear Kevin ask.

I try to nod but feel myself get dizzy.

"Hey, can we get some water?" Kevin asks, going to get someone.

Mitch comes to my side. "Scott? Scott, can you hear me?"

I try to speak but no words come out.

Someone puts a water bottle to my lips.

I feel myself come back to reality.

My initial reaction is to cry, so I do just that.

Mitch sits next to me. "...panic attack."

I wish I was having a panic attack instead of this.

I finally get to feeling normal again.

"I need... I need a doctor."

"Breathe with me." Mitch says, putting my hand on his chest.

I follow his breathing pattern and soon get back to normal.

"I'm okay." I say once I can breathe again.

"Do you want to perform?" Mitch whispers in my ear.