The lights go dim, the crowd leans in, A murmur rises through the haze, Anticipation sparks the din, Electric nights and wild displays. The amps hum low, the drumsticks tap, Then suddenly the silence breaks, A burst of sound, a thunderclap, The first chord hits, the whole place quakes. The lead guitar screams through the air, A voice cuts sharp, a primal cry, The bass drum pounds without a care, And bodies sway as rhythms fly. The crowd’s alive, a single wave, A sea of hands that clap and sing, Each heartbeat echoes, bold and brave, Each soul takes flight on freedom’s wing. The singer jumps, the stage alight, The world outside fades to a blur, Within this space, this fiery night, The music roars, the passions stir. In every chord, a story told, In every note, a spirit free, For in this place, the young and old, Are one with rock's eternity.
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