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I went to a bar taking with me, my guitar. Nerves and fright were carried with me.
I took a few shots and prayed to god, that he didn't let my voice fail me. I questioned my will, felt unskilled but then the drinks crept up to save me.
I again assessed the situation. The bar owner extended an open invitation. I couldn't speak, my knees were weak, but all those shots had me feeling a sort of bravery.
The moment I stepped on stage, I added to the chapter, another page.
For what I'd sing, I couldn't remember. The stage lights seemed to cast a halo of fire.
Though the words seemed to evade me. Another prayer that the floor didn't forsake me.
I shoved deep down, my worries of doubt Closed my eyes, willing the sounds of the world to slowly die out.
My fingers started strumming the strings. Acoustic sounds, a sense of comforting. I begin and started to sing.
My tattoos are very random. I get them when I travel, at rinky dink places... some were... not so good, but I leave them because it's a great conversation starter, right?
The one closest to my wrist is a feather mixed with Moonlight Sonata lines, Retro dynamic vocal phone, acoustic guitar, piano keys, dead tree with owl(Poe🤍), and a crescent moon.
Rest are two pistols adorned with wings, mermaid, Stevie Nicks Landslide lyrics.. blah blah blah yo girl has a lot... One sleeve. So, this is for you that asked.
