Green Room Headphones

Night rolled in, so I strutted back inside to wind down in the green room. Down on the bottom shelf of the audio rack, someone left a massive pair of black studio headphones resting across a couple of vinyl record sleeves. Total VIP lounge. I nudged myself right between the thick leatherette earcups, letting the padded cushions cradle my head. Pure, muffled quiet—just like the stadium floor right after ninety thousand fans head home and the house lights cut. I tapped the coiled black cable with one paw, listening to the tiny hollow rumble resonate through the drivers. When you headline all day, you gotta rest up in style.