If I go back to that night, I can see myself taking deep breaths. My hair is teased with a massive amount of hairspray, my clothes are indeed what a rock god should be wearing. I have my black Ibanez I-80 in my right hand, microphone in my left. My band mates are all behind me, goofing off, drinking, and likely shooting up whatever they can find. Their addiction is worse than Nikki's but I doubt it at this point. I feel the bass shake the stage and the wild screaming of the fans. What if I let everyone down? What will happen to us tomorrow? Will we still be partying or trying to find new ways to write songs? I am not ever exactly sure what to do with myself or anything …show more content…
"That is real gnarly guys, now lets get to it," I yell and all my fear is gone as I run down the stage and jump on one of our props. The immediate fear resurfaces as I realize I have to sing. I can handle that, right now I am more concerned with being able to play to opening to AC DC's Thunderstruck. I hear my bassist and rhythm guitarist, singing soft and hard "Na Na Nana Na's," while I strum away and at the end giving a "Thunder." The crowd is going crazy and I can not be happier, but the feeling is building up. What can I do? I continue, and it is almost like I am singing what I feel.
"I was shaking at the knees! You've been Thunderstruck!" I pulled on the chords and ripped through the strings at just the correct speed. I was so nervous, Brian Johnson was right, there was no turning back. I yelled and sung and danced. I even got caught in the guitar amp cables and almost fell. The song was done and next was one of our original