Topic: Somebody’s sacrifice
The drummer played robotically. His heart wasn’t there, just enough of his mind. He thought of his lady at home and his son sleeping, both he missed dearly.
The guitarist played with vigor, the talent and expression was still there but the lust that made it worthwhile was gone.
The bass player dreamt while he played of the minutes passing. Waiting, he was doing his best to concentrate, to make it back to the addictions that called and awaited back stage.
The lead singer wondered with every note if the audience really did love him and if they still would if they knew he hated this song with all his being. the song that they were all chanting along with, almost spiritually.
A young man sat in the audience immersed in joy. The joy the men on stage had brought him and the thousands of others.
Last edited by swollenguy (2011-12-19 22:31:39)