Jareth Dorny (musicnoted) wrote in lazarustheic, @ 2017-06-15 22:29:00 |
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Entry tags: | !thread, character: james potter, character: jareth dorny |
who ? Jareth Dorny and James Potter
when ? Thursday, June 15; mid-afternoon
where ? Between Bethany Village and Hogsmeade
what ? Trying something new.
warnings/rating ? SFW
status ? Complete.
Pretty Fixation's first gig was in two days, and Jareth was still swinging wildly between being extremely excited about it, and totally terrified of it. The excitement was usually while he was with the rest of the band, whether they were practicing or not. When they were all together he felt like they were invincible, a fantastical musical team that he had every confidence was going to have an amazing first performance. But, when he had too much time on his own to really think about, he consistently felt an almost-vomit-inducing-levels of nervousness and anxiety about his own contributions to their intentional success - or failure. He worried about possibly forgetting chords or entire songs, or freezing completely onstage, unable to play a note.
It was times like these that Jareth really, really loved the internet. Because for a lot of things - barring anything related to literally coming back from the dead, zombie comics were awesome but not particularly helpful - someone else had already asked about it, or something close to it, and there were numerous other individuals willing to give advice on it. And yeah, sometimes the different advice givers gave conflicting answers, but he'd learned to shift through various columnists and bloggers and commentators to get as much information as he could and then process it for his own situation and adjust accordingly.
Case in point - there were plenty of articles on stage fright/performance anxiety directed specifically at musicians, as well as pieces that were more focused on general anxiety and self-esteem. Not that Jareth necessarily thought he had an issue with his self-image, but he could recognize that his worries were far more focused on himself rather than his music as a whole, but were still more of just an overall sense of nervousness. With that in mind, he'd decided to try a few of the suggestions he'd found that interested him, which had led to him sitting under a tree not far off the path of Praise Lane between Bethany Village and Hogsmeade, attempting something like meditation or centering.
Sitting in one place had never been a strong suit of Jareth's, and it was almost kind of boring to sit there with his eyes closed while paying way more attention that he usually did to how he was breathing and trying to not really think about anything. He could concentrate on his inhales and exhales for a while, before he got distracted by a wandering thought and immediately latched on to it - considering how exactly that woman had managed to sneak her tiny dog in a purse into the coffee shop this morning or why debates on pancakes versus waffles seemed to get so intensely heated - and then he realized that he was still thinking, and went back to the breathing, but would then get caught by another thought, and the process would just start itself over again in a seemingly endless cycle.
With a particularly deep breath that turned into a sigh, Jareth shifted slightly, rearranging just enough to get comfortable again, and then tried to start again.