Their High
The music thumps
Throughout the house,
The walls shaking
And the ground pulsing.
The band plays,
And practices,
And sing their hearts out.
Their love for music
Is obvious
To anyone who sees them.
The lead singer
Closed her eyes,
And pictures her future,
A future with the band
And the love of her life,
And never having to worry
About anything.
She pictures the crowds
That come to every concert,
The news of hearing
The concert is sold out
In a couple of days.
Then they're sold out
In one day.
And then twelve hours.
And then six hours.
And then two hours.
And, finally,
Ten minutes.
For a night,
Everyone forgets
They're just a few kids
Singing their hearts out,
Having fun.
For a night,
They're Close All Doors,
The awesome new band
Everyone loves.
For a night,
They're rock stars,
Living the life they dreamed,
Hitting it big,
And leaving a boom.
For a night,
The fans cheer
And they play.
For a night,
For one single night,
They get high off music,
Not needing anything else.
They don't need drugs,
Or some weird stunt.
They just need music,
And, even if it's all they have,
It's enough.
Because,
For one night,
All they need
Is each other.
Because,
That,
They joy of being in a band,
Of playing for millions,
Is
Their High.
