We'll Go Down In the History Books
Only the screaming of the crowd and the man on that stage was piercing my senses. Only the three men holding their guitars like badges of honor, thrashing and staying put, holding their ground against the torrents of fatigue and the heaviness of the burden put upon them by the sea of people, crying and screaming and jumping, just for them. Only the man in the background of it all, moving so much to make out his facial features was simply an impossible task for even God himself.
Yay, random one shots. ;D
Yay, random one shots. ;D