|I Got The Power! (standard:other, 727 words)|
|Author: Derek Heath||Added: Mar 28 2003||Views/Reads: 1744/1||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|I was amazed at watching Robbie Williams at the Glastonbury Festival and the influence he held over the crowd...This is how I think I would be feeling in a similar situation.|
The bass is thumping, the deep rumble vibrating through the leather soles of my boots, while the wall of noise from the drums is rolling and thundering through the air. Breath deeply. Goosebumps prick my skin. Feel clammy. A huge shiver runs up my back and shoots out the top of my head. Bounce about on the balls of my feet, burn off nervous energy. About twenty seconds left. Ready to go out there. Get my first reaction from the audience. How would they be tonight? A lot of it would be down to me, of course. If I was good, then they'd respond. If I sucked, they'd soon let me know. Jet-black hair. Trademark black shirt, three buttons open, tight black trousers, boots. The next phase of the intro music begins to boom out. That's my cue. I stroll, amble even, nonchalantly onto the stage, like it's the most natural thing in the world, like everybody does this every day. Two huge spotlights, one each side of the stage, seemingly as bright as the sun, hit me. Pin me to the spot like a captured butterfly. For a moment, I feel blind. I've done this a thousand times before, but Christ, it's deafening tonight. The roar! There are at least forty thousand people out there, waiting to hear me. Forty thousand people! Never ceases to amaze me. I gaze out over the pit, into the Stygian darkness. I can't even see the first few rows, what with the clouds of tobacco smoke and dry ice wafting across the arena, and the glare from the gallery of spots at the back. For a moment, I stand stock still, at the front of the stage. The pounding drum-and-bass rhythm has been joined by two driving guitars, an orgy of feedback, kicking the music along at about a hundred miles an hour, almost ear-splitting. There are still a couple of minutes of the intro to go. This is the point of the night that I love. I don't have to do anything. The audience are already straining at the leash, ready to go insane. I open my arms wide, and the crowd's anticipation gets even louder, charging towards a zenith. God, it's amazing. The adrenalin is already pumping. Endorphins shooting around my veins and I haven't said a word yet! It's like footballers say, it's better than sex. There really is no feeling like it. I'm going to have to come up with something pretty special to do justice to this reception. Still a minute or so to go. Still on the edge of the stage. Still with my arms outstretched and the crowd still going loony. Jesus, they love me! Need a good line to open up with. 'Hello, good evening and welcome' ? Nah, crap. 'Hello, everybody' ? Sounds like bloody Butlins. Not long to go now. Stomping bass shakes the whole arena. Drums hammer like the cannons from the 1812. Guitars shriek towards a climax. What am I gonna say? It'd better be bloody great, otherwise they'll go spare. Thirty seconds. No inspiration yet. Shit, come on! You do this a hundred times a year! Ten seconds. Bloody hell. Mind's gone blank! The music storms to a huge, crashing, screaming, tumultuous crescendo. Now or never! The intro ends. The last chords boom out loud and dissolve into the ether. The edge of the stage, arms open, brain completely empty. The crowd are getting quieter. Three seconds, five seconds, then ten. Silence. I can hear my heart thumping. Feels like it's crashing against my ribs. What am I going to say? And then, like my vocal chords are on automatic, I scream out. 'GOOOOOD EEEEEVENIIIIIN' MAAAAANNNNNCHEEEEESTAAAAAHHHHH!'. Fireworks shoot from the back of the stage, pluming golden sparks high over my head. Lasers charge across the air. The intro to the first song kicks in. The whole place erupts! The noise is like an explosion, hurtling across the arena like a sonic boom, it feels like the roof is going to cave in. Forty thousand people cutting loose and going mental crazy ape-shit bananas! Forty thousand people going mad for 'Good evening Manchester!'. The power! I could have said anything! 'Overthrow the Government!'. 'Storm the Royal Palaces!'. This is what it must be like to be a king. Or a God. It's bloody great being a rock star... Tweet
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