Never Ending
“My heart was pounding louder than Steve's drums; I sang so long and loud that my throat grew raw, and yet I was not tired, but only longed and ached for more. Every song that we sang seemed to shake through our audience, infecting them, getting into their blood, making them fall as wildly in love with us as we were with them. It was more than just our music – after all, we'd played the same songs in the rehearsal room a hundred or two hundred times before. No, it was our adrenaline – the energy that flowed through us – overflowing from us, spilling out into the audience, catching them up in our excitement and our joy. From the moment we took that stage, stepping so boldly in front of our instruments, whispering those few words of introduction to a crowd that went wild for us, nothing else mattered. Veronica Taylor did not matter. RRR did not matter. The Dusk Riders, glowering in a corner, did not matter. All that mattered was that we were back, that we were winning, that no amount of ...scheming or plotting or backstabbing could bring us down.MoreLess
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