welcome to the black parade... When I was, a young boy, my father, took me into the city to see a marching band. He said son when, you grow up, would you be, the savior of the broken, the beaten, and the damned...
There's nothing like a sad, slow song to aid in a postbreakup cry or to be the soundtrack to a bad day. It's a well-known fact that music is made to bring out emotions in all of us, but what may come as a surprise is that sad music can have the opposite
I literally panic when I'm trying to figure out which to listen to; you or the song. If you see my eyes randomly start darting all over the place and I get fidgety, just stop talking. Don't make things awkward for us please.
I need to remember this sometimes. Of course, I want to improve and hit the right notes, but I have to realize that it's my passion and the messages I send while singing or playing the piano that truly matter. Mistakes don't define you.