Tonight will bring the second gig. The success of the first night has calmed our nerves a little, yet butterflies still invade our stomachs in tension hungry packs.
Don’t panic, they love us!
Not even my unnatural confidence can calm us.
So, I let my mind drift into elaborate daydreams…
Of album covers, poster designs. Intricate ideas for distant stage shows…
Am I a poor, deluded dreamer? No. Soon. Very, very soon. Call it destiny, or fate, or karma. But I know that it’s soon. Events will happen, the making of a man. To find a purpose in life and see the pieces fall into place.
A gut instinct.
© 1990 & 2006 Andrew M Boylan