Final tune-rhythmic breath-seeking calm
Hiding behind stacks of sound
Anxiety's grasp all around
So, I avoid the glare
Beads of blackened sweat
Lines the canvas-streaks the image-the manic stare
Of the demon now on-stage
Bleeding nervous energy and rage
Enter the first set
Standing potent and proud
Anxious faces-zealous chants-for glimpses of heroes
The power of one mind
Belies what lies behind
The surface that faces the crowd
The character is what remains
The same place-the same time-living the same dream
We are in this together
Dark birds of a feather
Magic coursing through our veins
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