I hold my breath,
close my eyes,
throw a blanket over my head and
hope you give up and
leave before the
tears make their
appearance
because they already planned
3,
4,
27
encores and
they don’t tend to
stop playing.
In fact,
the more they are
booed off the stage,
the louder they play,
the harder they pound their drums and
scream into their microphone
until
no one is
left in the
audience.

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