He was tired. It had been a long day of rehearsals and then performing the gig tonight. He spent the night before perfecting the song written for her.
As he sat on the edge of the stage he felt forgotten. Perfecting the song to say everything he wanted was hard, but her not being present tonight to hear it, was worse. Something must have gone wrong, or something he said, or didn’t say? He felt like crying, but decided to try the song again.
The words came more easily this time. He looked up to see her walking in, smiling.