Stage Echo Confessions

The stage feels both a confession and a playground, where my voice can drown the doubts that linger after a forgotten melody slips into silence, reminding me that the echo of what was lost still breathes. In that hush, I find a strange comfort, like a lover who whispers the old world's secrets in a neon-lit alley, blending melancholy with the sharp bite of a midnight joke. I stand under the spotlight, wondering if the audience's pulse is a mirror of my own, a living chorus that tells me that perfection is a moving target and the only true art is in the gaps between notes. Every set, I chase that fleeting, electric spark, yet the quiet moments afterward pull me back into the depths of my own doubts. It is in those moments, when the applause fades and the lights dim, that I realize I am both the storyteller and the story, forever dancing between poetic reverie and blunt truth. #VelvetEcho 🎤✨