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The long, sleek, inky-black limousine careened down the winding dirt road at breakneck speed. Rocks spewed out in every direction and thick billows of dust choked the people who stood lining the path all the way from the Artist's Village to the backstage holding area. I was tossed around in the cavernous backseat like a bronc-bustin' cowboy.

I could feel the presence of the enormous mass of hysterical humanity awaiting our performance. I couldn’t see them but I could hear them, I could smell them. They produced a force so powerful it shook the earth and sent a surge of electrical energy crackling through the air. The excitement was mind-numbing.

The car skidded to a stop in the dirt. For a long time there was nothing but anticipation and we sat in silence trying to bridle the adrenaline; I didn't want to restrain it, I wanted to harness the rush and ride it for all it was worth. At last, the doors were yanked open and all of us in the band were dragged out into the pandemonium. People were running in every direction. Everyone seemed to be shouting orders at each other. I struggled to remain relaxed in the midst of the fury raging around me. Suddenly, we were pressed together at the bottom of the steep wooden staircase that would lead us up to the stage and our ultimate glory ... or obloquy, if we fucked it up. I was acutely aware that this show would make us or break us.

I focused on the top stair. It seemed so far. I thought, 'How did I get here? What fates conspired to lead me down what roads to this time and place?'

I heard someone yell, “Okay, this is fucking it boys.”

I thought about 'The Road' - Thousands of shit gigs, millions of miles travelled; the sex, the drugs, the music, was it real or a dream ... or a nightmare?

Then the voice screamed, “Let's fucking do it!”

A hundred thousand voices erupted as one. I scrambled up the stairs thinking, 'Where did it all begin?'