Time; Don't Let It Slip Away

I Can't Stop Loving You

"HELLO COLUMBIAAA!" I shouted into the microphone, as the audience errupted. 

Then, Ryan, my guitarist, started the opening chords to Luv Lies, which was my first number one hit. 

I got through the song, and then decided I should have a little interaction with my fans.

"Has anyone here, ever felt alone? Anyone ever felt that they never really had a childhood? That you were forced to grow up, or that you were just so damn depressed, that you couldn't enjoy your childhood? This song's for all of you out there that needed someone, who wasn't there." I spoke into the mic, and then sat down at the piano, and began to play the chords and notes to my single Youth Without Youth.

"Hangman we played rubber soul with a razor blade

Behind the church, hiding place,

It was a long joke till the punch line came.

Can you read my mind, read my mind

Follow along till the end of the song

Hangman we played double dutch with a hand grenade

Behind the church, hiding place Apathetic to the devil's face

Wear the sheriffs badge put your toys away

Let us go, saying let us pray! 

I looked out into the audience, and saw lighters and lit up cell phones, slowly swaying back and forth, to the music. 

Hangman we played hide and seek on the fire escape

Through the smoke, we saw the flame

It was a long wait till the firetrucks came

On the count of three

Jump with me, on the count of three

One.. Two... One, Two, Three, Go!

Hangman we played blindmans bluff with the ninth brigade

Throw the brick through the windowpane,

Double dutch till they stop the game

Till the cops show up, hand cuff stunned

They let us go, but we lost one.

Hangman we played blind mans bluff till they stopped the game

Youth without Youth, born without time

Youth without youth, can you read my mind?"

As I finished playing the Piano, the crowd errupted into cheers.

I played a few more of my songs from the first album I wrote, and then I decided to bring a surprise guest out on stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we have a very special guest here with us tonight, but we need you to be extra loud for him to come out, tonight." I paused, hearing the crowd go wild "Steven, baby, would you come out here for a minute?" The audience burst into cat calls and hollers as Steven walked out onto the stage, with his scarved mircophone stand, and a Cheshire Cat grin on his face. 

I hadn't noticed when, but the rest of the band took the place of all the members of my band.

Joe came waltzing up to me, and Steven, with my 59' Les Paul strapped to him.