Well it's 3pm, time to lock the gate
Gotta get it on the stage
My muscles flex, my fuckin' sweat will save the day
Gibby looked down at his watch, it was 3pm which meant the gates needed to be locked and the equipment needed to be set up for the band. He started to lug the equipment up to the stage, At least my sweat will be worth it He thought dryly. He liked to convince himself that his sweat saved the day on these shows, that's partly what kept him coming back.
When I check the mic, I fuckin' check the mic
I fuckin' checka-checka one, two, three
I plug it in, I make a sound as good as can beCause the rockers rock, but the roadies roll
Gotta take mic because I take control
Gotta get that shit up on that fuckin' stage
He tapped the mic and then leaned in, "Check one two check one two three" he said before tapping it again, "Sounds good." he muttered to himself then, when no one was looking, bellowed "Gibbeh" so that the entire arena echoed. "Perfect" he said satisfied, wiping his forehead off with a rag from his back pocket.
"How's it going Gibby?" asked Carly, the band manager, from behind him. They had met Carly at one of their first gigs, and she had volunteered to be their manager and so far it was working out great. She really knew how to keep things organized, and it was obvious she had a thing for the singer.
He didn't jump, though she did startle him, "Everything is good.." he said, "You know how it goes, the Rockers may rock but the roadies roll."
She rolled her eyes, "You are so weird sometimes."
"My mom thinks I'm awesome!"
The brunette girl just shook her head and walked off, typing on her phone.
Because the roadie knows what the roadie knows Because the roadie
And the roadie knows that he wears black clothes
And he hides off in the shadows off the stage
Looks a thousand miles with his eyes
And when the crowd roars
Brings a tear drop to the roadie's eyes
Tears of pride
Because he brought you the show
But you will never know
He's changing the strings
While hiding in the wings
No matter how hard, the show must go on
Gibby made sure to quietly slip off the stage, after all every roadie knows you get off the stage as the band gets ready to preform. I hate these clothes sometimes he said, looking down at his black clothing, another rule of a roadie...Always wear black.
Finally it was time for the show to start, Gibby's eyes studdied the crowd, he swore he could see a thousand miles with them, and when the crowd started roaring he felt a tear slide down his cheek. "I do such good work.." he muttered proudly. The band, led by guitarist Freddie Benson, continued to lead the crowd along with it's great stage show and Freddie's shredding riffs.
The Floors were the next big rock band, no one cared how ridiculous the name was, and while Gibby had originally been a founding member he'd discovered he much preferred just being a roadie (Mostly due to stage fright). Another tear drop fell, this one out of sadness that no one would know how much work he put into the show, stringing the guitars and making sure the mics worked, while the band got all the credit. But if there was one golden rule above all the others, one rule that he would forever tell the other roadies, it was that the show must always go on and it must always come first.
Then a beautiful girl come to me
She say, "Hey can I sucka your dick?"
I say, "Yays, I am in love"
Then she quickly say, "I sucked your dick
Now give me that backstage pass
I do not want you roadie, I want KG's chode"
After the show he prepared to go up and pack up the instruments while the band socialized with fans lucky enough to get back stage passes when he heard a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see a beautiful girl standing there. She was a blonde with long hair and eyes that made him want to melt Is this love? He thought dumbly.
"Hey there big guy." she said grinning, "I'm Sam.. I bet you're a roadie aren't you?"
He nodded nervously.
"I bet I know what you want.." she said, her voice getting low and she reached for his pants zipper.
Oh boy... He thought. "Yes..." he muttered, I am in love... He thought
Then she quickly say, "I sucked your dick
Now give me that backstage pass
I do not want you roadie, I want KG's chode"
Afterward she stood up, her warm look gone, "Well, I did what you wanted, now give me that back stage pass."
"W-What?" he asked.
"As if anyone would actually want a roadie." she said, "I want Freddie... He's amazing... Mama likes."
He shook his head and handed over a back stage pass, not believing that he'd been used. "Fine." he said finally. Good luck, everyone knows he's screwing the manager.
She smiled, "Thank you." she said. The blonde girl kissed his cheek before heading back stage.
I'm standing at the threshold of your dreams
Without me there'd be no sound from those amps
Without me there'd be no lights on the stage
But you don't applaud for me
No, I am the roadie!
Lonesome warrior searching for the soul
No, I am the roadie!
I make the rock go!
He watched her go and kick at the dirt, "I make the amps work, I make the lights work... Without me there'd be nothing, your precious little Freddie would be nothing."
He sighed and shook his head, he had long ago accepted no one applauded for him but he'd never really been used like this... "Oh well." he said, "I may make the rock go, but I'm still just a roadie, and no one want's a roadie."
The young man's eyes snapped open and he sat straight up, "Man... What a dream." he thought as he looked at his clock, He and Freddie were supposed to 'fight' tomorrow to break upThe Floors, maybe that's what the dream was about... Oh well. He thought as he lay back down, he needed to sleep... Tomorrow was going to be huge.
