The screams and shrieks of the insane multitudes flooded his ears.
The song was over, and so was the show.
He raised his right hand, a pick still held between his thumb and index,
the three remaining fingers soared high and his rings shone under the stage lights.
His guitar in the other, he took a bow.
With only his feet in view, he had a moment to himself,
and for a while there..
he thought he was better than them all.
1 comment:
i later found out that rock stars flick their picks into the crowd...even worse??
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