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Rawrrr...

My voice shakes a little…
I rap the chord around my fist
And grip the mic tighter.
As the drums push on
And the breakdown lurches towards me…
I push my throat and lungs to the limit,
And the sweat pours down my face.
The crowd starts to disappear,
Then it’s just me and the guys.
On our knees…in front of our benefactor.
He’s the reason we’re here and he is
The reason why we do this…
Then the music slows,
The crowd is back.
Huffing and puffing,
I take the crowds applause,
And redirect it to him.





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