Transatlanticism

                I was finally hitting the road, my dreams of being a musician coming into fruition. I was not a rock star or anything like that, the band I was in had existed for years before I came along. There are a few perks to joining an already established song. I was the new frontman; no one could even seem to tell that it wasn’t my voice on the EP’s the band had recorded before I joined. This was the last stop on our little tour across the country. I was hours away from finally doing the second thing I’ve always dreamt about doing, I just had to get this whole band thing done before I could move forward.

                We showed up to the place early to set up and check out the venue, it was a sweet little bar, fairly small so it would guarantee a jam packed room for us to rock out to. We were playing last that night, so we got to watch all the other bands set up and tear down there equipment. The energy in the place was explosive, for a show filled with hard-core bands there was tons of mosh. Kids were igniting the pits, I couldn’t wait to hit the stage and preform for them, watch them move in those beautifully violent ways for me and my band mates.

                Finally the hour drew closer, I was 8 beers deep, but that was not biggie, as soon as our opening riffs blasted out of the speakers I felt as sober as ever, I looked out across the small sea of faces, I could see excitement, happiness, and most of all energy. Song after song these kids threw themselves around, some sang along, some banged their heads while others jumped around in the crows getting everyone moving. When finally the last notes of our last song rang out, I pulled the gun I had hidden in my pants the whole night and blew my fucking brains out in front of all those people.