Davin! Davin! Davin! I’m only a few feet away from them and they don’t even realize it. The curtains hide me as I drink in their love, their admiration. I love it. It’s the strongest drug out there. When I hear them chanting my name, I swear I’m soaring above the stadium. If I stood here long enough, I would probably shoot a load off in my pants. But that’ll have to wait until later. Right now, I’m going to blow their fucking ears off. I hear our opening act announce us and then I’m walking across the stage in almost complete darkness. I know where I’m going though, I always do. Every show we play, the roadies setup the stage the same. As soon as I see the white X on the floor, indicating where I should stand, I stop. And I wait. Mikey, Chad, and Brandon should be in place by now. The roar is deafening by now as thousands of people shout my name. I smile when I think that one lucky bitch is going to be screaming it even louder tonight.
