The Best Gig I’ve Ever Had

So, here I am,

famous rock star,

living the dream—

except the dream’s happening on a planet

with exactly one person on it.

And that one person?

Yeah, it’s me.

Just me, myself, and… my mirror.

I walk out on stage,

spotlights blasting, guitar in hand—

the crowd goes wild!

Except there’s no crowd.

Just a chair.

A single, lonely chair.

I guess that’s my biggest fan?

Well, it’s not clapping, but I feel the vibe.

“Thank you, thank you!” I shout into the mic,

because, hey, you gotta keep up appearances.

I glance at my mirror—

it’s propped up right in front of the stage,

reflecting me back at myself,

giving me that classic rock star smolder.

I wink.

It winks back.

At least someone here appreciates the hair gel.

First song of the set—

a power chord so epic,

it reverberates across the…

endless void of space.

The sound bounces back at me,

like the universe itself is saying,

“Nice try, buddy,

but no one’s listening.”

But it doesn’t matter.

I’m in the zone.

I strut across the stage,

slide on my knees like it’s a stadium tour—

I land in front of the mirror,

and there I am, still rocking out,

with a reflection that’s just as into it as I am.

My reflection is, honestly, my best audience.

It never leaves early.

“Encore! Encore!” I shout to myself,

because that’s what rock stars do, right?

I bow dramatically,

my reflection bowing back,

equally dramatic.

It’s almost like we’ve rehearsed this.

The mirror never boos.

It never heckles.

It never says, “Play the old stuff!”

Honestly, this might be the best gig I’ve ever had.

Sometimes I wish there was another person here,

just to throw me a peace sign or faint from excitement.

But then again,

it’s hard to beat the endless,

unwavering support of a reflection.

It’s always there,

rocking just as hard as I am.

Plus, it never asks for autographs.

So here I am—

a rock star on a planet of one,

jamming out to the silence of space,

with my mirror,

the greatest fan a rock god could ever ask for.

We shred through one last solo together,

and as I hit the final note,

the mirror hits it too,

and for a moment, I think—

maybe I’m not so alone after all.