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Our tech caught up, and instead of doing their normal intro lighting, caught what I was doing and took initiative to spotlight me, which sent the screaming to a new level when they saw my costume.
The armored skirt was sheer enough to be see-through in the lights on stage, made from real chain mail in parts into woven fabric. It hadn’t been cheap, but this reaction alone made it worth every penny. I wore vambraces and greaves along with a cape.
I smiled and exhaled over the mic, breathy and deep, before I began the haunting first lines.
Homesick for a feeling.
Homesick for this season.
Change comes and goes,
Weather shifts and times slips.
We keep chasing this life or meaning
Only to end up homesick for a place that doesn’t exist.
I walked forward, lifting my arms to encourage their reaction.
Does it all fall to nothing at all?
Or are we here for some purpose?
Missing the point or the turn,
We’re lost searching for some foundation.
What’s the point?
What’s the point?
What’s the fucking point of it all?
They screamed the chorus with me, the whole pit jumping with the beat. I felt alive. I felt connection. Something I’d been numb to for a long time. I hadn’t known how numb I’d become, but the bridge hit me in the chest. It’s funny how the universe reminds us of things when we need to hear them most.
We can’t claw back the days we spent wasting time
Waiting on false hearts or lies
Promises never come to fruition.
And it makes me wonder,
Kingsley joined in for the chorus, and Royal’s guitar filled out mine, making the song less haunting but more powerful.
What’s the point?
What’s the point?
What’s the fucking point of it all?
We can’t claw back the days we wasted it all.
We search for a reason or meaning
A person or change of season
But it never comes, and we’re still lost.
