Trixy's Pov
The small stage was bathed in the darkness of the auditorium, but the bright light focused on me kept me rooted as if I couldn't run away even if I wanted to. My microphone, with its metallic coolness, was waiting impatient for my shaky fingers. I took a deep breath and prayed my voice would not break as I took a tighter hold of my guitar.
So far, it has been performing at Aunt Angelica's Resto Bar one of the things I liked most. The laughter of the people, the clinking of the glasses, the familiar faces of my friends standing next to me—friends, I can say, we all used to be a sort of home. But tonight, all these things are nothing. Nothings after the hospital.
I played my first chord and the sound was heard through the speakers, solid but heavy as my heart.
🎶How did it end so quickly,
The moments I thought would still exist?
Smiles that used to be like home,
Now leaving me alone without a place to go.🎶
