The joggers keep passing. Normal people doing normal things. I've been on this bench for three hours. City skyline behind me. Headphones beside me. Hands covering my face because I can't think straight anymore. Instagram sees the champagne. The rooftop parties. The packed clubs. The hands in the air. Nobody sees this. The morning after a set when you can't sleep because your brain won't stop. The voices asking if any of it matters. The exhaustion that comes from performing fo

If you're holding champagne at a rooftop party, you're not really working. They teach you this in music school—if they taught anything useful. The best sets happen when you forget the optics. When it stops being about the photo op and becomes about the sound. But here's the thing about Las Vegas rooftop parties : sometimes the optics ARE the work. The city sprawls below like a circuit board. The Strip's neon bleeds into the night sky. Someone hands you a glass of champagne, a