The room is vast and steaming hot
Hundreds gather closer and closer
Their screams come like rolling thunder
The louder they get the more you tingle
Walking to the center you get ready
Drums and strings twing and bong
The lights open and face your direction
Like a storm the crowd rushes crashing
Grabbing the mic the waves fill the air
Adrenaline rushes as you begin to play
Hands in the air moving like a wave
Sweat coming from every pore
It ends and they cry for more
Flying high you go one last time
Your name echos the room
This moment is finally here
It doesn’t get any better than this.
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