We Get On Stage

            We get on stage. The audience doesn’t clap. We can’t see them because of the spotlights. The first song starts slowly. We look at each other. Should we have chosen a faster song. The bass misses a note. The drums crash. We sing words written in high school. The guitar solo. Things are moving out in the crowd. The song ends. We sing words that make us dreamers. We introduce ourselves. The chords progress back and forth. Fog rolls to the ceiling. Everyone sings along. We all sigh at the end. They call for an encore. We give them one.