Heart Of Rockstar

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The whole world is burning; I see myself burning too. My heart is ablaze with such ferocity that flames rise high, reaching my head. My thoughts begin to overheat, and I feel myself slowly forgetting who I am. I'm losing control and might run wild. My eyes—trapped between my burning heart and head—are heating up, turning red. They start to melt, and tears stream down my cheeks. My throat is parched.

My blood is boiling and rushing through my veins like a raging torrent. I can feel heat waves radiating from me. My hands grip my guitar without my consent. I tighten my grip and start playing so wildly that I fear I might snap the strings.

"OOO, YA YA YA," I shout in vain.

What comes out is rhythm, the first line of my song. But why do these people enjoy this? I'm in pain, crying, and they're shouting, "Once more!" My heart burns fiercer, like a volcano ready to erupt. I feel like I've set my guitar on fire. I sing out loud, pouring every word from my burning heart into rhythm and music. And so, a song is born.

I step down from the stage, but the fire inside me still rages. A wave of people surges toward me. It's chaos, worse than the chaos in my mind.

Someone in the crowd yells, "Jordan, You set the stage on FIRE!"

Is the world burning, or am I the one consumed by flames? Somebody, please cool me down before I set the whole world on fire.

Am I in Hell, or am I Hell?

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