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Sucked towards stage, engulfed in company of thousands, all attracted like filaments to a magnet. Simultaneously tuned with one another unleashing a tribal roar we blend with amplified chord and bending notes.

Blasting beats pound and kick accompanying bass power throbbing towards my throat which trembles; swallowing buzzing vibrations, humming, alive, deep in the centre of my chest. Becoming part of a crescendo of dissonance, then a tempo evaporating to the familiar I taste lyrical licks, appetite stimulated, impulse to sing irresistable.

I am rapt, part of a simmering sea of silver silhouettes, illuminated faces, moving pictures.

What a Rush!

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    Marion E Ball 3 months ago

    Although this is not a scene I indulge in, you have opened up the amazing atmosphere which you obviously love. Excellent use of language.

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    Marion E Ball 3 months ago

    You are right. It is even better when read out aloud.

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    Jamie Clapperton 3 months ago

    I never quite become one with the crowd at gigs but really get a sense of what that feels like from this. Enjoyed.

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    Christopher 3 months ago

    "For the words of the profits were written on the studio wall."

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    Drew Martyn 3 months ago

    Ha, I know that feeling well, and you've conveyed it perfectly (though I don't think I've seen Rush live).
    Christopher, cool comment

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