Lammy

I don't know why I decided to come to the city, the truth is I was more comfortable at home... but I guess to achieve my own success I must overcome my phobias... or so I read on the internet, I don't know.

I want to give a small concert but... I don't want too many people to hear me, I need to find a somewhat busy space to start.

These things are so heavy... I feel like I'm going to faint. I brought all this stuff with me like I was going to give a huge concert.

"Focus, Lammy. You must first find a place to warm up your voice so you don't sound out of tune."

I say to myself under my breath... God, I look like a typical crazy person who doesn't know where she's going.

Then an alley came into view as I was walking. Okay, it's perfect for warming up; it'll only take a few minutes, I can't hide for long.

It appears to be a small hideout belonging to someone else, or more people; it is decorated with different papers with drawings stuck to the walls.

"No, don't get distracted, you know what you have to do."

I put everything on the floor and start getting ready. I plug my bass into my portable amplifier and begin playing short covers of my favorite songs. My bass is my motivation; it helps calm my shyness and nerves. I don't know what I'd do without it.

"Okay, it's been an hour now and I think I'm ready to start my performance in front of some people."

My legs are trembling a little as I grab everything again, and also just thinking about singing in front of some people...

I walk out of the alley while sighing deeply several times, until a banana peel lying on the ground makes me slip.

I tripped and fell to the ground along with my things... and a person who was just passing by almost fell on top of me.

"O-oh... Sorry! I-I... tripped."

My bass guitar is the first thing I grab, the most important thing. I can only hope that person doesn't laugh at me... or that they can help me clean up.