Rock On


I caught sight of my reflection in a shattered windowpane. I looked a sight in a heavy-metal t-shirt and ruffle socks. Look at me, a bona fide rock star. I can't believe I'm about to go on stage like this. What if I forget the words? What if I look stupid? How would I look stupid? Everyone is wearing this stuff. Deep breaths, I'm in my own head.

"NAPTOWN YOU READY TO ROCK," the crowd goes wild in response.

I guess that's my cue to hit the stage.


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