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Taken by Rita Mosher The author during a piano performance |
“What happens at a show, stays at the show,” they all say.
The desire to have my soul filled with good memories and experiences was all I wanted now. However, let’s go back to the beginning.
Before I was the one in the crowd, I was the one on the stage. It all begins with fragile fingers brushing against a piano key and realizing that it made a sound. From that point on, I would play piano for the next 8 years.
When I was on that stage, everything was so loud, yet so colorful. I guess that is the way you see everything as a child.
The way my tiny hand grasped the sheet music to turn the page. Made the music notes dazzle in the artificial light, that was so overstimulating it could give me a headache for days.
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Taken by Rita Mosher Author practicing guitar and piano |
I persevered, after all, I was doing this to please the ones who gave me a home, right? There was some joy within this practice, the praise I would get would make me hungry for more.
However, was it worth the water shedding from the ocean that they called my eyes? I was awoken from my deep concentration as the applause grew louder and louder.
Did I do it? The cheers were so loud that they were even heard outside the venue. At some points, I was gasping for air to continue, but I couldn't disappoint, now could I?
I rose from the seat they promised to be comfortable, however looks were deceiving and I was too hopeful.
I stumbled on my flats and took a bow, as I grabbed my sheet music that was most definitely crinkled and took a seat. The thrill I once felt performing on stage, came to a screeching halt.
I was not enjoying myself up there anymore. Although, the thought of being in the crowd, the one making the commotion, after a performance, seemed to be more like my cup of tea.
The switch up was meant to happen gradually, gently, like the transitions of seasons. Basically, to a point where it would be seamlessly painless.
However, it came sooner than I thought, where keyboard I called home is somewhere across the country, never to be seen again. Then, I had this one opportunity I could not pass up.
I was able to see the artist I've been wanting to see for ages. Bolting towards the door that I knew he was behind.
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Taken by Brooke Mosher Ericdoa performing in Carroboro, NC |
The uproars of seeing him in the flesh for the first time, is something indescribable. The bass was so loud, I could hear my own heartbeat.
It was exhilarating, I truly felt like I knew where I belonged. I knew I loved being a fan, so I went to a total of nine shows in 2024.
These opportunities have made some of my most fond memories as well. I may not be the one performing anymore, but the feeling of walking in knowing you're going to get a once in a lifetime experience is something I will be going after
Going like the wind.
A concert chaser.
