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Musician - Tommy

Tommy's P.O.V

Music had always been a massive part of my life. Even when I was just a baby, music was the only way that my parents could get me to sleep. Then in primary school, I joined the choir and I started learning how to play the piano and the guitar. I was diagnosed with hypersensitivity to sound and anxiety disorder when I was 6 so the only way I could sit in a class without having a panic attack was if I was listening to music. My teachers were mostly supportive and they allowed me to have my headphones in, doing my work on a computer so that I could still watch the PowerPoint and understand the lesson. Secondary school was similar in the sense that I had to listen to music in class however, now, I had access to music rooms. This meant that every lunch or break I would spend my time in there, playing music and staying away from the loud and busy playground. I started streaming when I was 14 and now, two years later, I was really successful. I had met a bunch of new people and made new friends. Friends like Wilbur Soot. 

Wilbur Soot was a musician as well as a streamer. He made really good songs and I'll be honest, I would never tell him but I looked up to him. Not just because he was taller than me but because I had always wanted to make music like that. I just never had the right equipment to record proper songs and post them. I didn't understand the technical side of things. Instead, I would write down some lyrics and find the write chord progression to go with them then started. It took a couple of days before I could actually sing it confidently. There were a couple of songs that I had written but I would never show them to anyone. 

When I met my friends, I had to tell them about my disorders in case I ever had a panic attack on stream or things got too loud for me. That had happened a few times and they were quick to react to it.

Wilbur

I was doing a chill stream with Wilbur. He decided that he was going to go and get a drink, leaving me by myself. I was fine, to begin with, talking about random things that were coming up in the chat when all of a sudden the mods stopped responding and the chat's moderation setting stopped working. All the comments, mostly inappropriate or rude, that would normally be filtered out, began to flood in. So many messages were coming through that the chat had begun to stop at random points, allowing me time to read them.

A lot of the messages were telling me to kill myself or commenting on my appearance. I'll admit, I was speechless. And because I had stopped talking, I was now put in awkward silence. The silence was too much and it only added to the panic that was building within me. My hands began to shake as the comments finally got blocked and the mods were able to work again. Still, I couldn't speak. A lot of people in chat began to defend me or try to say nice things to balance things out but I was already too far gone. I couldn't breathe but I was trying to act normal. Then again, I couldn't really feel anything that was happening around me so...there wasn't much point. I heard Wilbur coming back to his computer, the subtle shuffling noises filling the silence. "Tommy?" His voice came through my headphones, "My chat says you've been quiet?" 

I couldn't reply, just choosing to end my stream instead. 

"Oscar?" 

"Alpha..." I murmured.

We were using the phonetic alphabet. Oscar was something that Wilbur would say to check if I was okay. O for Okay. Then I would respond with Alpha (A) For anxiety, November (N) For noise if things were too loud, Golf (G) for good or I could respond with Oscar (O) again for Other. This was the first time that I had answered, on stream, with anything other than Golf. Wilbur was silent for a moment and I realised that he'd muted himself, probably to end his stream. It didn't last long though as soon, I could hear his voice again.