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.
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