Sipping on their warm PBR.
Slapping their boots on the hard wood floor.
Sitting in a circle. Eyes wide. Creating.
Music.
Sound.
Souls coming alive.
It is all around.
Music.
Fresh. New...Dipped in all different types of flavor.
No one hides it...It is shouted.
The feeling it brings.
Reaching deep.
Exposing yourself.
Vulnerable to the sound.
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