We file into the house. The folk here are a little bit different. The inebriated bands before us fumble through their sets, and we patiently wait to set up and flood the basement with our screaming instruments and boisterous melodies. The night is young, and so is this audience.
It's our turn, and we're in. We pierce the lulling vibe of the basement, and shatter the blissful atmosphere floating around this youthful crowd. We're here to pull them out of their trends and whatever small preconceptions they have about music and the world. We've been here longer. By the end, the bottom of this house is filled, and we share every intimate note we have prepared for them. We deliver it with such force that they have to reckon with us.
We've all sung along with each other now, and in our eyes we're good to go. Like a whirlwind,we were there,and we pack up and leave,and we're gone. Now it's time to shift gears and join our brother from another band.
We follow our comrade to his home, and he sets us up right. Before long we have a fire in the back yard, and we're right at home. Sharing tour stories, band influences, and filling the late night air with laughter, we congregate around the fire pit. The time just flies by, and finally we retire just shy of the sun rising. We're all in this together, and we're ready for the big finale tomorrow. There's going to be an amazing act to follow, but having this amazing time to share with them beforehand, I'll think we're going to just have one big collective throw-down and demolish the venue together.
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