By A. Gautam The band sipped ice-cold water from Styrofoam cups,
Stared at the audience with the most confused eyes.
They sought a promise—applaud in advance.
The lead singer, cleared his throat seriously,
The lyrics once more escaping his mind.
And the drummer danced with his hands in the air.
The boy holding the bass guitar, thought himself a superstar,
Throwing smiles and kisses to those who did not care.
Only the girl with long fingers stood quiet, stroking the keys.
Her pony tail flowing without her permission. .
The stage light was bright; it was time to rock on.