[ does winslow have any business at all hosting an open mic? a void of charisma, gangly, mousy man might actually have a decent shot, now that you mention it, but here? swathed in something that feels a hell of a lot like police lights? with an audience?
it's not his element.
luckily, the audience isn't there to pay attention to him, regardless of how his fingers itch to pass over his keyboard, how much he knows he has to prove, one way or another.
but tonight, he's content with hosting, with playing hot potato with an instrument that surely would cost half of his yearly salary with all its bells and whistles.
a woman takes her place on the stage. the woman also seems out of her element, even if she quickly recovers. the woman sings. the woman leaves.
holy shit.
winslow doesn't know how he does it, but he reads the next name on the list, sets up a backing track, and he is off that stage, shooting after in a frenzy. ]
Hey! Wait - what do you mean "workshopping?" That was great! Really.
WE MADE IT
it's not his element.
luckily, the audience isn't there to pay attention to him, regardless of how his fingers itch to pass over his keyboard, how much he knows he has to prove, one way or another.
but tonight, he's content with hosting, with playing hot potato with an instrument that surely would cost half of his yearly salary with all its bells and whistles.
a woman takes her place on the stage. the woman also seems out of her element, even if she quickly recovers. the woman sings. the woman leaves.
holy shit.
winslow doesn't know how he does it, but he reads the next name on the list, sets up a backing track, and he is off that stage, shooting after in a frenzy. ]
Hey! Wait - what do you mean "workshopping?" That was great! Really.
You should do this professionally.