Morning View: The Last Show

It seemed like my career was progressing quickly, and regardless of my inner struggles, I tried my best to make the most of every opportunity that presented itself. Things with Morning View had been on ice for a while, and I had reached a point in my life where I avoided listening to Incubus. While they have always remained amongst my favorite bands, the ups and downs of my experience with Morning View left a bad taste in my mouth, and singing the songs of Brandon Boyd had only served as a reminder that my artistry was nowhere near where I wanted it to be. With one show left on the books, we gathered one last time to take the stage as Morning View. We mended old wounds, and invited our previous guitarist on stage to perform as we said goodbye to the band that had given us so many memories. The atmosphere was a bit awkward, and the venue itself was nowhere near it’s capacity. With a rock festival happening just minutes away, every music lover in the town would head toward the tents, not thinking twice about passing the empty bars and stags that graced the walk there. As it was time to take the stage, I grabbed my all too familiar position front and center, and began singing. I entered autopilot mode, and as my body continued the performance, my mind began to wander. I thought about my journey in the entertainment industry. I thought about the old days at Hart Street basement producing Bud and Roach Show. I thought about the countless hours spent in the rehearsal studio with dreams of being a big time tribute band. Then I remembered Shade 45, and the feeling of walking through those doors. I snap back into my body, and try to enjoy the remainder of the performance, while eagerly anticipating my return to Purfek Storm, the place where my originality reigned supreme.

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