He was flattered,
completely unaware of the fact
that his dreams were going to be shattered,
into the pieces, randomly scattered.
Today was his live audition..
the chance of transition
of position from an amateur
to a highly professioned.
Suddenly, the phone rang,
the news gave a bang
to his mind,
that his musical gang
died in a car crash.
Oh no! God!
U cant do this to me.
Fuck the auditions,
but please bring me
back my all roomies.
All the hopes broken,
completely sweat soaken,
he was walking
and some thing strike him.
and he faints.
he opens his eyes,
he cant believe,
but still a lot relieved.
as he see
his roomies standing
and saying that we
cant come, our hands are locked,
but you havta rock.
Now we are leaving,
believing
that you'll fullfill our dreams
though we r dead not living.
Again he opens his eyes,
his confidence rise,
to become a rockstar,
he take his guitar
and drive his car
to the place of ultimate war.
He walks out to stage,
full of rage.
lyrics written on page
He was singing
the crowd swinging very loud
on the beats
throwing roses on his feet
He won the 1st prize
feeling above seven skies
And his roomies are still with him
in form of his vibes..............
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