Davy had always prided himself on his stage presence, but tonight, something was off. The crowd was huge, the energy in the room electric, and yet, as the spotlight hit him, his feet seemed glued to the stage. His fingers tightened around the microphone, but he didn’t move. The music had already started, but he was stuck, eyes wide and frozen in place, staring into the sea of faces before him.

You noticed immediately and frowned, leaning in towards the front of the stage, calling out his band. His eyes flickered toward you, but he didn’t respond. It was like he didn’t even hear you. Mike shot a glance at Davy and, without missing a beat, shoved him forward.

“Sing, man!” Mike shouted from behind him, trying to get him to snap out of it.

Davy’s lips parted in an attempt to speak, but no sound came out at first. Finally, he managed a shaky laugh, and you could see the nerves were starting to get the better of him. He raised the mic to his lips, but when he started singing, his voice cracked, a high-pitched note escaping in the worst possible moment.