Rock N' Roll.

I walked off the stage, realizing it would be my last. The tour still had six shows left, but I had this very strange feeling. I ran over to our bassist, Dan. "Man, how about another encore? Let's do it!" I proposed to him. "Jerry, I'm tired....Oh fuck it, let's do it!". Just like that we rounded up the rest of the band back on the stage. I picked up my half smashed microphone after carefully placing my guitar around my neck. I was going to give these kids a show. I was going to give these kids a motherfucking show.

I stood back for a second, letting the roar of the crowd give me that high. An incredible high. A high that no drug in the world could give you. This was the last time I would feel it. I savored it. A second later, I struck the first chord of our biggest hit. Up until this moment, I refused to play it. The one song that made me. The one song that ruined me. After a few strums, the drum and bass kicked in. The twenty thousand fans started dancing like there was no tomorrow. I wanted to feel that. Without thinking I threw my guitar on the ground- leaving the responsibility to the touring guitarist. I grabbed my microphone off of the stand and jumped into the crowd. They were ripping me apart. My hair was ripped out, my legs were getting pulled different directions. I felt this power. I pulled myself up and stood ontop of the crowd. Standing on the crowd's hands. This was incredible. This was a perfect moment. An incredibly perfect moment. I jumped off the crowd back onto the stage. Picking up my guitar just in time for the guitar solo.

I ripped through this solo perfectly. Never before had I been so flawless on the guitar. I felt as if my fingers were posessed. I even threw in some extra licks. Finally, after busting through the last three power chords I was done. I looked around one last time. I saw the smiles on the faces of all my bandmates. I heard the cheerful cries of the crowd. I fell to my knees and began to vomit. My heart was pounding. I tried to talk, but noone could hear me. I began to choke. Grasping for air, I threw off my guitar. Before blacking out, I reached into the crowd and slipped my guitar pick into the hand of a boy. I fell onto my back, starting to feel cold. I closed my eyes. I felt rock and roll.

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