It Held Me Tight
By mcscraic
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Shadows fell around me as winter kissed the microphone and my voice froze like a cold frosty breath across the entire audience .
I looked through the steel bars of my cage and saw every single face staring at me .
I held tightly to my six string and the stage was the most lonely spot of the planet .
Where are my band members .
It was Friday evening and the bar was packed with young people who wanted to hear some rock and roll .
My fractured brackets of songs disappeared into an abyss .
My fingers fumbled on the fret and the strings on my guitar clashed together like a muffled thud on the roof of an old tin hut .
The only thing that offered some relief was the girl who walked towards me and grabbed me around the throat and kissed me on the lips .
Suddenly like an old kerosene heater in the corner of my soul the ice melted and the cat on the roof fell to the floor where three layers of sounds surrounded the audience to keep them warm .
I was joined on stage by three who must have over the years seen stage frightened people like myself and developed a way to play around that .
It was brilliant .
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They filled in the spaces where I stood solo and between the void of the audience we killed that stray cat who got in the way of this run away train .
The band were exciting and new and we called ourselves tight .
The girl who kissed me plugged my instruments in and turned the microphone on . Suddenly something happened and after a while the hand around my throat released its grip and my voice found a new direction and sound like an echo from a distant heartfelt embrace .
I held on tight to my six string and love made it right .
By Paul McCann
Footnote-
If you would like to view a remix of my words here just copy and paste any of the links below .
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=hSd0_YwB11w
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