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Grant
The last lines of Life Raft echoed out across the room.
It was in that brief moment of silence at the end of the show I tasted life. And then the room erupted, cheering our names, and scrambling forward to try to touch us on stage. It was manic and incredible. I knew then there was nothing else I wanted to do with my life. More than the chicks and booze and notoriety.
Music was born in me, begging to be released.
It was the music.
Always the f*****g music.
I replaced my guitar on its stand and then followed the guys off stage.
“Damn I’m going to miss that crowd,” McAvoy said. He retrieved a joint from his pocket and was lighting up. “Smoke?”
“Bro, yes,” I said, taking it as he passed it to me.
“Can you believe we’re going to be in New Orleans in thirty-six hours?” Miller
