Enter the hustle and bustle of the set up,
the clink and clank of cymbals and drum sticks, metal and wood,
Musicians, young, struck, hungry, ragged with school work, hard work and no work.
All wanting attention and sweating every detail,
Personal visions of glory on stage, the fame, the fans, the women,
Words and notes, rolling through their heads, going through sound checks while shadow strumming and lots of nerves.
In the midst of this musical chaos, she commands the room…
Young and vibrant, the bounce of her shoulder length hair as she struts setting up and greeting guests with an inviting smile,
A smile that says, yes, I am, the one with all the men's eye on me.
Wearing mid thigh short black skirt with calf high black leather boots,
The heals clicks against the tile floor guided by her perfect legs…our short hairs on stand on end boys,
Man she bounces to the rhythm of the heavy hip hop beat…neo blues with a strong rock cord…
Dark angel amongst tonight's "want to be's", and the "have to be's", laughing, hugging and caressing the chosen few as they come in, however all are privy to her charm,
Welcome to the new Mecca for young bands,
the temple dreams, they come to hone their skills, like young warriors, testing weapons of voice, sound, sex, angst and fury.
We revel in hip hop and rock beats, our anthem, a new mutant bastard form of expression,
Now it's getting serious, here come the groupies, girl friends, round d' way girls, curious and excited, dressed for sweaty pleasure after the show, the crowd becomes thicker my brothers…
Show time!
By Howard "Sergio" © 8/20/2009
