We Are Rock Stars

There is no post-show anxiety, no butterflies in their stomaches. They sit at the bar and chat while they listen to the band that's opening for them. Then the guitarist gets up and walks over to the pinball machine. The sounds of him racking up the points can be heard in between the opener's songs. They're just biding their time...

They walk out on stage. The crowd goes silent as they just stand there for awhile, looking around the room. The venue isn't much, but they've seen worse. All eyes are on them. They are dressed all in black, except for the drummer's brown shoes. The woman is wearing a shirt that mimics her hair, long in front and short in back. The guitarist wears black army style boots just like hers, and has a style that could be described as almost vampiric, but he pulls it off. The drummer sits off in the corner, partially hidden by shadow. He's in his zone, and he won't be distracted.

Their instruments are things of beauty. They wield their twin guitars like swords of truth, their pure white color reflecting the spotlight. They start to play. The prerecorded synth wails in the background. She starts to sing, and when she does, it's with passion. You can see it in her face. Her hands help tell her story as they dance from her sides up to her face and around the microphone. The other two keep their heads down and play.

Song after song they continue to channel themselves through their music. There is no silence between songs, just a synth line transitioning them onto the next one. As they play, they continue to become more and more caught up in it. They are having the time of their lives. The guitarist smiles, looks at her until she looks right back at him, then whispers something in her ear. She laughs, and then continues to sing.

This is by no means their best show. The crowd is made up of perhaps 75 people. But that's not what's important. They are doing what they love, and people love them for that. Maybe not a lot of people, but people nonetheless. The time may come when they blow up, but for now they are content to be what they are. And they are rock stars.

-Classic