The grass burned through my sandals during soundcheck. I was sweating, regardless of the sun. And while my guitar sat backstage and I processed down the field in my bulky red robes I was worried the heat was gonna set the strings out of tune.
But it's funny, because I forgot about all that when I got up there. In front of hundreds of people. And sang about saying goodbye.
While I strummed, I made eye contact with some of my fellow graduates. I was being more candid with them than I ever had been. And I wasn't even using my own words.
I think I fell in love with uncertainty just then.