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