acceptance speech part three

In conclusion, we must now examine what made the outcome possible in the first place, which is namely, strategy. My game plan exists in what can only be called the "zone" because it is a surreal dimension full of fabricated fatasy and wicked delusions. It is a musical atmosphere that is always populated with a hymn. My drummer is called Persistance and he plays a never ending beat that challenges me to keep up with his rhythm. He stays slouched back in the corner with a few long dark curly locks covering his eyes to make the shadows surrounding him seem even more pronounced. He has this nonchalantly causal way of daring me to look away. He knows that I will stumble and fall if I stray too far from his melody. I have nicknamed my guitarist Possibility because he has a twin sibiling that is called Odds. You would not believe the cantankerous frenzy they create when they switch places. They always hum when they are strumming away on a new song so that I often have difficulty making out the exact words. They often seem amused when I show up in mid tune. I would be remiss if I did not include an almost ghostly figure,  that goes by the moniker of Stats. It took me awhile to figure out that he can shape shift and be very tall and gangly one day and be very short and stout the next. I am not convinced that anyone can be 100 percent certain of what role he plays on stage but it is indeed a pivotal one. I am there to feebly render an attempt at kareoke and there are days when I hit every high note as natually as if the lyrics were written on the back of my hand. On other days, I slink away unable to endure the caterwailing that emanates from a discord of left over lullabies sung in the wrong key.