But, I Can't Sing
This song isn't really your jam but it is about half the crowds jam. So when Ramos hands you the microphone you motion to the crowd, and say. "I think we should sing, Say My Name. What do y'all think?"
The crowd responds with ear splitting screams and a pre-song mosh pit is already forming. The is a small circle of asphalt visible where the mosh pit is anticipated to be and when the first chords of the song ring out, an audio geek runs on stage with an additional microphone so you can hand the beefed out one back to Ramos. You relish the energy rising off the crowd in waves and when Ramos motions for you to sing, you sing. The crowd goes wild as you nail line after line and you begin to wonder if this is what you've always been looking for. This feeling of pride and pure adrenaline.
When the last notes fade out and your voice is left echoing into the night you realize you never want this to end.
The crowd responds with ear splitting screams and a pre-song mosh pit is already forming. The is a small circle of asphalt visible where the mosh pit is anticipated to be and when the first chords of the song ring out, an audio geek runs on stage with an additional microphone so you can hand the beefed out one back to Ramos. You relish the energy rising off the crowd in waves and when Ramos motions for you to sing, you sing. The crowd goes wild as you nail line after line and you begin to wonder if this is what you've always been looking for. This feeling of pride and pure adrenaline.
When the last notes fade out and your voice is left echoing into the night you realize you never want this to end.
