Absent Absent Absent VII VIII 
1, 2, 3, 4. Apart from the intro on drums. Leo today is disheveled. Move your arms synchronization with the legs. His drum sounds alone for a while '. I have to attack me. Before I turn to touch a chord with the audience. There are many. A lot. They are filling the room. I see many familiar faces, but I pretend not to notice. I can not distract me. The look of all is now fixed on me. Attack. The volume of my bass is very high. Or maybe it's just me that I have this feeling. People are starting to move. Some are already on my pogando riff. The only thing I can feel the vibration of those four strings. The left hand and the right coordinate perfectly. Seem to like our song, and many more. They left their guitars. And the voice. I feel good and relaxed. I play with a smile. Almost does not seem true. All of these people, us on stage. They are quiet. I scan the faces. Unconsciously, I'm looking for. Here it is. Why he came to see me? Why do I look? Why wearing the same sweatshirt that night? Brown, white lettering. It is definitely fun, but continues to stare at me. I realize that only now I'm really happy. I have my four-string in hand. I'm playing for him. I realize that I'm looking for some '. I turn away. But inside of me I can not pretend. I'm happy. And 'here. For me. After so long I can really think about it. Perhaps it was all a game. Magically, my music is making me believe. My mind goes over those minutes. I wonder if he is also doing his. After all, we had not seen for a while '. And came to see me. To find me. I realize that I never had the courage to face the situation. Probably I'm gradually regaining a modicum of self-control. I smell smoke. I turned instinctively. 'S him. This is leading to the mouth. I'm not envious. Now, I do not need. It is enough that there is. Here. To hear me play. To come into my life. The crowd I am only interested him now. E? the only thing I could wish for. He holds the cigarette between two fingers, and keep watching. I lose a smile. Returned. I will begin to obscure the view. Stage effect of smoking? I can not anymore. Little by little, everything becomes less clear. I do not distinguish anything. Neither shapes in front of, or behind my group. I begin to not even hear what I play. I headed to my amp under the stage. I jump, I would say in a vacuum, mentally calculating the distance. Jolt. I slam my back against something hard. I open my eyes. The floor of my room. I have a headache and the light is strong. An empty bottle of Jack Daniel's on the ground.
1, 2, 3, 4. Apart from the intro on drums. Leo today is disheveled. Move your arms synchronization with the legs. His drum sounds alone for a while '. I have to attack me. Before I turn to touch a chord with the audience. There are many. A lot. They are filling the room. I see many familiar faces, but I pretend not to notice. I can not distract me. The look of all is now fixed on me. Attack. The volume of my bass is very high. Or maybe it's just me that I have this feeling. People are starting to move. Some are already on my pogando riff. The only thing I can feel the vibration of those four strings. The left hand and the right coordinate perfectly. Seem to like our song, and many more. They left their guitars. And the voice. I feel good and relaxed. I play with a smile. Almost does not seem true. All of these people, us on stage. They are quiet. I scan the faces. Unconsciously, I'm looking for. Here it is. Why he came to see me? Why do I look? Why wearing the same sweatshirt that night? Brown, white lettering. It is definitely fun, but continues to stare at me. I realize that only now I'm really happy. I have my four-string in hand. I'm playing for him. I realize that I'm looking for some '. I turn away. But inside of me I can not pretend. I'm happy. And 'here. For me. After so long I can really think about it. Perhaps it was all a game. Magically, my music is making me believe. My mind goes over those minutes. I wonder if he is also doing his. After all, we had not seen for a while '. And came to see me. To find me. I realize that I never had the courage to face the situation. Probably I'm gradually regaining a modicum of self-control. I smell smoke. I turned instinctively. 'S him. This is leading to the mouth. I'm not envious. Now, I do not need. It is enough that there is. Here. To hear me play. To come into my life. The crowd I am only interested him now. E? the only thing I could wish for. He holds the cigarette between two fingers, and keep watching. I lose a smile. Returned. I will begin to obscure the view. Stage effect of smoking? I can not anymore. Little by little, everything becomes less clear. I do not distinguish anything. Neither shapes in front of, or behind my group. I begin to not even hear what I play. I headed to my amp under the stage. I jump, I would say in a vacuum, mentally calculating the distance. Jolt. I slam my back against something hard. I open my eyes. The floor of my room. I have a headache and the light is strong. An empty bottle of Jack Daniel's on the ground. 
