I strum the chords. I sing the lyrics. I watch the crowd…
Everyone is singing along, yet I am the only one with the mic.
I see the kids up close to the stage, with hands raised high, their lips moving in sync with mine.
I feel the movement from the mosh pit. I remember what it was like to be in the crowd looking upwards towards the stage.
But now things are different. This is The moment. The Big One. Me and my band.
My band and I.
Every breath is for the crowd. The powerful feeling I get from the rumble of the amplifliers. The rush from the drummer. The look from our lead guitarist…
The last song. Must it end already? Oh, but we’ll go out with a bang!. They will remember this night, because we will never let them forget.
I strum the chords. I sing the lyrics. I watch my band interact with this wild crowd.
I’ll give until there’s nothing left. I’ll sing until my last breath.
Not because I have to. No, never that. Only because, this is who I want to be, this is who I am…