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The Huddle.

The 4 men stood together, alone in the hallway, embracing. For now, they were the only 4 men left in the world. Eyes closed, they faced the floor, each arm wrapped around another’s shoulder. As if through osmosis, each man shuffle-stepped nervously.
Gary was first to say something, “This is what it’s all about, guys!”
4 men nod. Lance patted him on the shoulder, “Damn straight. That and the chicks!”
They laugh; their nerves everpresent!
Chris held his axe high, “What city are we in anyway?”
Gary was first, “Atlanta?”
“No, Tampa!” said Billy.
“Already?”
“Yip!”
“That’s next week,” Lance submitted.
“No way man, we’re in Tampa, I’m tellin’ ya!”
Security came, “It’s time!”
“Shit. Ok,” Gary said. “Be good guys!”
“Dude,” lance laughed, “it’s us, man!’
Nervous laughter.
The door openned, Gary asked security, “Tampa?”
The guard nodded.
The crowed ROARED .
As the guitar’s screamed and the drums shook the arena,
Gary screamed,
“Tampa Bay! We love you!”
Nerves weren’t a problem anymore!

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