The Drummer

He walks into the dimly lit room with his drum sticks in his back pocket. As he walks down the aisle, the crowds are screaming, chanting, and reaching for him to scribble his autograph on their papers. His face is lit with excitment as he makes his way to the stage. He leaps up the stairs leading to the stage, skipping the second one. He takes his sticks out of his back pocket and his peircing blue eyes look out into the crowd. The blonde spiked hair guy begins to click the song off, to start. This is the moment the whole room had been waiting for. The lights are flickering now and the crowd is chanting. The music begins and he hits the tom, the kick, and the cymbals. During breaks of the song, he added a few special drum tricks and licks. He played the best he ever had.

This observation was taken at a concert I attended recently. I remember the event like it was yesterday. This concert was the best I had ever attended.