Confession of a Rock Star
Say a line and take a bow
This has always been in my head
From my V.I.P. room backstage, I can see them but they can’t see me
“Your cue” said the manager
I smiled and said “got it” but I shivered
Nobody could see because they said “he is born for the stage”
The scream on stage re-awakened my sleeping brains
And I remembered that I have not consulted my oracle
“King of rock!! King of rock!!!” they screamed
My manager is on my tail “come out boy”
Out of haste, I called on the oracle, the deities and the ancestors
I was high at last, floating in the worship bestowed on me
I strummed the first string and the crowd went wild
I was literally the king, in control of my subjects
The party has just started when the deities and the ancestors called
I felt dizzy and staggered but the crowd screamed some more
Believing its part of the performance
I wasn’t fooled, I know the cue
So I begged my oracle to hold them at bay, promising to answer after the party
But “No!” they are impatient and their strength is consuming me
I know what is happening because I have been in the game
So I strummed the guitar and fail on my knees but this case can’t be handled like
other cases
My oracle I can control but the deities and ancestors are far stronger
Before I could blink, I was on my back on stage and people were screaming out of
fear and men carried me off the stage, were pictures were taken and calls were
made
I blinked again, only to open my eyes in a white room filled with flowers
Right on screen is my manager, telling the press a white lie of my coming down with
the flu
I laughed; because I knew they fooled nobody
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