With multiple creative outlets in full swing, Morning View served as therapy. We were starting to generate income as a band and had found our way to headlining slots at each venue we performed. My uncle’s death had brought my dad’s side of the family together, who would all come to see me perform in celebration of life. Our biggest stage to date, Ollie’s Point provided us with all the perks an established band would come to expect. We congregated in the Green Room before taking the stage, as the crowd noise seeped in from behind the velvet curtains. The posters plastered throughout the venue, featuring our faces, pumped adrenaline in my veins. I shake off the nerves, and we take the stage once again. It’s difficult to explain the kind of effect that standing on an elevated platform with a microphone has. Even in my earliest days in the church, reading bible texts on stage to 200 attendees would have been terrifying to the average person. Yet, there I was, under the brightest of lights, playing a small part in helping the world forget about its issues. The songs weren’t my own, but I didn’t care. I was in the moment, and my job was to replicate the sound of this undeniably successful band. Once I clocked in, it was time to go to work.
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