It might have been the wall of sound, thudding against my chest.
It might have been the lights and fire, burning hot on stage.
It might have been the songs, fresh from my memory.
It might have been Tommys drum solos while swing from the rafters.
It might have been Vinces wailing vocals, Micks screaming guitars, or Nikkis insane bass.
It might have been the girls on stage, grinding and dancing so sinfully.
It might have been the "Titty Cam" girls in the audience flashing their wares.
But for a moment,
Just a moment.
I was eighteen again.
Yeah, I'm sure it was that last one. Or a combination of it all.
It was excellent and exhausting, sore throat and tired legs.
And well worth the drive.
Later.
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