Backstage, I was talking with Dennis and Shane about how surreal this whole experience has been as I straightened my red tie and looked into the mirror at my black raiment. It was our final show for "On Frail Wings Of Vanity and Wax" and all six of us had red ties and black dress clothes. As I turned back towards Dennis, in an act of caprice, he flung his arms around me and said, "thanks for starting this band with me, Shawn". Dumbstruck, I nodded and returned the hug. As he released me, I realized something. All the money in the world is chaff compared to this band; this band leaves me in a state of felicity. If I could take this band beyond temporal constrains , I would give up all my opulence to play forever with these guys.
"Alright guys, it's time!" or manager was saying as he approached us with viands, "you have two minutes". Without a word, we picked up our instruments and started walking. We passed Craigery Owens as his band left the stage; I am proud to say that I ungrudgingly