I'll call you back to save tolls. I wrote this poem for GB and thought maybe everyone could relive their concert memories. The lights go down and the screams arise. The music begins and the smoke rolls. Lazers flicker as the music comes to a thunderous roar.
Lights dance across the audience fading from blue to violet.
You wait at ground zero for the explosion of reality. Slowly you rise through the tunnel to life as you know it. Your heart pounds to the beat of the drums. Your voice bellows from the speakers and make the sound of country angels. The screams get louder and louder.