A/N: Hey guys, it's been a while! I've had a terrible case of writer's block... This just came from nowhere, literally. It's also super short, but I'm proud of it... Anyway, I'm still taking GumLee requests!
Disclaimer: If I owned AT, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction!
The music – that's what I live for. It's my fuel. It's my prize. No one can take this away.
My chest aches as I pour out my soul and heart into the lyrics, my fingers burn from strumming so hard, my throat cracks from singing so long, my ears ring from the loud screams of the crowd, my eyes burn from the glare of the blinding lights. 'The pain of music.' I'm a masochist of a musician; I haven't truly rocked the world if I fail to reach that agonizing euphoria.
Every time I'm up on stage, I'm reminded of where I belong. It's better than a dream, better than all the dreams I've dreamt. This moment right here, when the screams dull, the echo stills, the pain numbs, and it's just me and the music. It's this point when nothing else matters, not eternity or my immortality, not fear, not loneliness… nothing. No other noises to distract me – no heartbeat, no rushing air. The ironic purity of it all – I become the music; bask in the full feeling it gifts me with. There are not enough words to describe the exhilaration and ecstasy of it.
I chase it every second of the day, this sensation. Every hum is an effort, every note, just a bit closer. The only reason I continue my existence, if for nothing else, is for the music to become the beating heart I lack, my deep breaths I no longer need, make my existence worth something.
If for nothing else…
This is what I live for.
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