Trying To Stay On Top
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2011
Adam glared at the stage. He needed to do his song. But he couldn't. He just couldn't sing. There were drugs in his throat, but they swept to his gut as his mind became rigid. He couldn't do it. He knew it. There was a large crowd, but it was the person before him, his shadow, that had drawn them to see him. The tickets had sold out. But he couldn't sing.
“Damn it, I'll just have to belt it out;” he muttered, before he loosened his belt in order to do it up a few more notches.
Adam glared at the stage, then when the time was right he moved. He moved on-stage with his belly tucked to the limit in order to cope with the tightened notch. His heartbeat was up, and he couldn't slow it down. He moved to the microphone, and as he did he saw the crowd. They glared at him.
“Hello;” he muttered in a shy tone. “Good evening;” he then slurred. “Thank-you all for coming to my show;” he muttered as he forced a smile that made him want to step backward. “Thank-you all;” he added, unsure of the reason why.
Adam smiled. Then he opened his mouth and began to sing. He sang for the sound, and was hit by the pitch. He sang a song, and it was thrown far. The audience tried to clap, but after a while they just sat still as they drank in his orgy of coarse tone. Adam sang until he had no more breath. He then sang a little more. Then he moved. The crowd tried to clap, but the room was far away, and as soon as Adam had walked through the curtains he felt the memory of the stage drift to the back of his mind.