Cut The Crap

Please give me a second to Relax, give me a minute to find myself-- Wait... STOP.HaHA... The rhythm and music of bands surround me. The lyrics are beautiful.. some are heart-breaking, some send chills down my whole body. I want to surpass this place. The world is nothing to me. I'm not scared at what the future holds in its grasp, in fact, I look forward to it. It's haunting how I can't seem, to find myself again.



Is everyone ready for this? What is going on with everybody? Wake up, we're about to begin. The music is barely getting started and the party is in its heights. It's Ashley Vasser, about to take the stage. People shout, the music begins to echo in the stage... I feel myself getting lost, confusing what is real. This feeling, the adrenaline going through my veins, it's kRaWliNG inside my skin.


I walk towards the light. Why should I worry? Why should I care? I was born to be precisely here. In this moment, where I'm with my music, where I can perform... I feel alive. This is who I am. I don't need to keep looking for myself. Here is where I leave my memory, my fate, my everything. I belong to sound. Pure happiness, draining... pumping my very veins. Every eye is on me, every person screams as they wait for them to be taken by the same adrenaline that has suddenly filled me up. What is wrong now? You can't hear it? The drums start... the percussion takes over... Draven's electric guitar conquers the applause, the walls behind us light up. I know our shadows almost disappear. We become one with the stage.

There. Nothing else. I lose sense of 'me' as the whole concert consumes me. Completely. I think about him, I think that I'm sharing this feeling of entirety with him. Down with the enemy... a place for my head.

This is it. Guitar, Repercussion, Keyboard, Bass.... they're all their. I close my eyes, I think about another place; I think about an RPG game, like I'm the main character. Hell... I open my eyes. My friends are smiling; the giant screens are reflecting our image. I see my smirking face, my killer outfit and bury myself in this memory of what it is about to happen. Does it make sense? It's not meant to! That's for me to understand... only when you're up there can you get it.

OVERDOSE - Cover of "Faint" by Linkin Park.

You thought I couldn't rap? You haven't seen anything yet. Bring it on. Ha. NO really. Look at me perform. Look at me break this stage. Come on... feel it. Join me. You like to think you're someone. You live what you do. Everybody's jumping.

I am... a litte bit of loneliness. A little bit of disregard

A handful of complaints, but I can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars

I am... what I want you to want, what I want you to feel

but it's like no matter what I do, I can't convince you, to just believe this is real

So, I let go, watching you, turn your back like you always do, face away, pretend that I'm not, but I'll be here, because you're all that I've got.

I can't feel, the way I did before, don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored

Time won't heal, this damage anymore, don't turn your back on me, I won't be ignored.

Ah. Live it. Feel it. The intense rhythm, the guitar, the vocals, the inmensity of it all. It converts you, transforms you. Here me out now, you're gonna listen to me like it or not. And then you dare tell me that you can't hear it? That it's not real, that life isn't worth living. Oh please. Cut the Crap.