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the band (Free verse) by celticskatermatt1

Singing the song in my head, listening to every beat every rythm, ryhm and reason the bass is playing in the back rythm guitar is strumming its melody lead guitar is rocking a single my lips are touching the mic belting out my notes, my lungs bellow the last note plays, look up to the sky and from the crowd we listen to their hands applouding the band, the fans jump and kick i step off the stage, wishing this was real.

Dovina 7-Nov-05/6:25 PM
I'd rather play my own tune, make it ryhm, tap its rythm, than to settle for the band. That would be real.




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