It was coming, so Drew paced hurriedly. He performed because he wanted to, he told himself. He forced down sparse bites because he knew he should. His stomach bounced around his ribcage and flew away. This was madness.
“You ready?” Charlie chirped walking by his open door.
“Awesome I knew you would be, that’s what I want to hear!”
At the venue the lights dimmed, the music faded. The room was packed, beer and fried food hung in the air.
Drew breathed in, held the mike, and walked out. “So a guy walks into a bar…”