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In the Limelight.
As the applause dies down I realize it's my turn.
"All right Mark. You're up. You can do this!
Streetlights blind my eyes through a shade
that's halfway pulled
Cracklin' right side interrupts the radio in my head
Speeding through a familiar town that I don't know all too well
I find a glimpse of you outside my home.
The rythym is in me. I'm hitting every note, every cymbal crash- perfect! Damn, I'm Good! I'm on fire! The crowd loves me.
Ok. Time for the second chorus. Sing your heart out man, make 'em feel you...
If you ever want to come home from Chicago
And leave the things that habit made you love
I'll be there to await your arrival
To give you a life you'll never know
DAMN. PERFECT! They're eating out of my hand. Supah-STAH!
Alright, you're coming up on the last line of the song. Give it all you've got, both barrels!
This time I think I'll share my life with you!
Nailed it! My GOD that was awesome.
I Ruuuuuule!!!"
As I finish up my finest moment, the teenage girls in the car next to me are cracking up laughing, pointing, and clapping.
Busted.
The venue: intersection of Log Cabin Drive at Mercer University Boulevard.
My stage: the driver's seat of my Honda.
My instruments: lead vocals, air drums.
Song: Ingram Hill's "Chicago".
The limelight: traffic signal.
Dreams of stardom: shattered.
6/19/2004 10:13:46 PM
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