i can still feel the alcohol and the drums
as i stared at his pedals right infront of me, i watched him move his foot and press them each at their specific and planned times... i felt very fulfilled. very whole. everything seemed to make sense as i watched these pedals. there was something very pleasing about their shapes and the way they were arranged. i got such pleasure from just staring at them... and he played the song i wanted... last... i danced and sang... and i lost the ticket stub. i hate that. i lost the proof that i witnessed it all. that i danced. that i saw the pedals, and perhaps spent too much time contemplating how sound they made me feel.