A shrill courses through the crowd as the first guitar chord screeches to life. In back, the pitch black arena boasts a pair of neon spotlights turning their gazes toward me, center stage, microphone in hand. Then the drums. A boisterous thumping, like a Tyranasauraus heartbeat. BUM BUM BUM. The lights zero in on me just as the bass erupts. My lips savor a final moment together before the inevitable separation anxiety of an hour long performance. And from somewhere in my gut - a voice rises. My voice. It's on.