Apr 28, 2016

Lights flashing everywhere, music turned up loud,

The band playing, the crowd bobbing

Their heads to the sound

And it quickly turns into headbanging.

Long, tangled hair flying everywhere like birds in the sky.

Fingers sliding across the fret board like bugs in the light.

Bass thumping away like toads on a log.

The crowd going crazy like a pack of wild dogs.

The band runs around the stage like excited children.

Hands reach up for high fives.

The arena a jumbled mass of screaming hands and hair

Until the song ends

And so does the headbanging

The crowd with necks aching weights.