From the first words, Tristan immediately knew that this song was personal to Nel.
Not all great songs were made from personal inspirations, but Tristan believed that the best art was made with passion, and passion was born because the artist cared about whatever he was describing.
This was an example of passion.
"Things fall apart in my hands,
As I keep grasping at straws.
Laugh, laugh, laugh y'all!
I'm the joke, the big buffoon!"
At this line, Nel suddenly spun in a circle, never stopping playing, and let out a breath of laughter.
"But why cry when you can play?
Dance on the edge of a big mistake.
The life's a theater, and I'm the clown
Yeah, yeah, yeah, but I'm owning it!"
Nel hit the strings again and began on the guitar solo, even more wild than the previous one. The man was sweating visibly from exertion and the heat from the spotlights, but playing like his life depended on it.
