As the alarm clock goes off on a miserable Tuesday morning, you stare at the ceiling and wonder what the fuck you're doing.
You've been in this job for what seems like eternity and you've never particularly enjoyed it. Sure, the people have good hearts and you've made some good friends in this place, but there's that unshakeable feeling that your efforts do nothing more than contribute to the second mortgages of wealthy shareholders. "Life's miserable" you mutter, trudging your way towards the shower.
Fast forward to Saturday night and a packed town centre pub. Friday went by in a blur and this evening will undoubtedly go the same way. But not until the last chords have been drained from these guitars and these songs have been sung. So as we stand side by side and shout these words into the night sky that falls on this town, the air bristles with magic and you realise every hair on your arm is standing upright. The one you've had your eye on walks past and smiles and you know that tonight is worth a thousand of those Tuesdays. It won't last forever - these things never do. But for now, it means everything.
Thanks for sharing these good times with us.
Souls.x