Gig

In my sleep I was up on stage
And the crowd was the size of the Collosseum
But the light was so bright I could barely see them
So I guessed and I think it was right
But the more I played the more my fingers
Fumbled and lost their rhythm
And the one thing I thought I could count on, my voice
It started to quaver and fade
And the faster I played the hotter it got
And the light swooped down to poke out my eyes
And my arms they started to flop
Then they melted and dripped like wax on the carpet
And all I could do was apologise
I blamed my guitar then looked at it
And it had gone and in its place
There was a smoking gun
So I dropped it and screamed and the crowd seemed to like that
I did it again and they actually clapped
And the glare still beat like a bright white drum
On my forehead
It rolled and my stomach did likewise
And all I could think was shut the light off
I want to sleep
But brighter it shone
So I lurched offstage
And I came back for an encore but everyone had gone