As the final notes of the last song thundered over the packed room , I surveyed the faces of the musicians I performed with , all of us covered in a sheen of rolling sweat, and we smiled the smiles of those who shared the pure joy of a show played to perfection. The screams from those gathered in front of us pierced the night, the maurading army as it unleashed its victory cry. I began to make my way to the end of the stage, reluctant to descend from this place and this moment that we shared. Loathe as I was, I began walking, while Glenn thanked everyone for their enthusiastic regard. Panama and I began making our descent, the stairs guiding our weary steps as we half carried, half drug our things. Orlando, the guitarist, his eyes wild and staring, sauntered boldly to the unattended microphone and gripped it tightly in one hand, pointing with the other at the mob that spilled into every corner of the room. orlandos accented voice boomed madly out of the speakers.. " you just got f..king ROCKED!!!". HAHAHAHA. EPIC #abpsychsummertour2013
Posted on: Sun, 14 Jul 2013 06:25:30 +0000
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