The ConcertA pick, the frets, and six bright strings-
I’m prepared to play some new things.
The crowd, pressure, and so much sound-
All eyes on me, and those around.
A chord, a beat, a drawn-out note-
Just me, my band, and songs we wrote.
The songs, encore, the end is near-
No mistakes made, no need to fear.
And as off stage, I travel on-
Future ahead, and what’s beyond.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2009 EDITION]
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