I posted this before on an old account – I’m back after a Reddit hiatus so here it is in a bit more detail.
My band were booked to play at a festival. I play bass for them (and drums in another).
A last minute booking, I didn’t have time to get myself sorted with accommodation so I just turned up. See what happens.
We sound checked in the afternoon, the last band to do so. The crowd was gathering and stirring. I stood on stage in my dress and wellington boots. Bass strapped in around me. Tuned up. Fingers exercised. Waiting for the drummer to count us in.
Some guy leaning, against one of the posts that made the mainframe for the teepee tent we were playing in, caught my eye.
His eyes met mine. And stayed that way.
“2-3-4”
And we were in. I tickled the strings and slid my fingers up the neck to the appropriate fret. Head moshing.
A few minutes later, the song ending. I look up instinctively.
Eyes.
His eyes meet mine again.