Too much.

Too much too much too much, that’s all you can think. Everything’s so loud, and even though you’re backstage, all the noise is clear as day. So you do the only thing you can—dissociate until the show’s over.

You snap back to see Lyney kneeling in front of you with a furrowed brow and a concerned look on his face.

“Hey…Fréminet…Frémi, are you okay?”