Reeltime

I walk in, and the air shifts like it knows me. Like it’s been waiting. Not a stage. Not a show. Just a room full of sound and people who get it. I’ve played songs here with shaky hands and a full heart, met strangers who became inside-joke kind of friends. Someone’s tuning up, someone’s laughing too loud, and there I am dancing in the middle of it all for no reason but joy. No one’s watching. Or maybe they are but here, no one cares if you’re weird, off-key, off-beat, or totally lost in it. Reeltime isn’t perfect. It’s better. It’s honest. We mess up. We hype each other anyway. We show up with songs, and leave with stories. There’s something raw about it how real it feels to be surrounded by music and people who don’t expect you to be anything but yourself. So yeah, I play here. But it’s not just about the music. It’s the being here. It’s the everything.