| Pittock |
12-05-2002 09:27 PM |
Twas the night before CreedFest...
Slow night here at work so I made this up....
<i>Twas the night before CreedFest and all the the house not a creature was stirring not even my spouse. My clothes were all packed and hung by the door with care in hopes that the plane would soon be there. The CreedFesters were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of Creed danced in their heads. And TeriB19 in her Creed beanie and me in my Creed cap, had just settled down with visions of Stapp. When clang went the alarm clock raising such a clatter, we sprang from our beds because CreedFest does matter.Away to the plane we flew like a flash, dropped off our stuff at the hotel and went to spend some cash! The moon shone on the faces of all in the know, that soon we would be at the Creed show. When what to my wondering eyes should appear, but a limo holding Creed, the band we hold dear. With a hot driver so lively and quick, we grabbed the door before it could stick. More rapid than eagles, the 'festers they came. And we whistled and shouted and called them by name. Scott, Brett, Mark and Scott! To the top of the stage and line the rail we go. Dashing us all. Silence before the lyrics fly, when they meet centerstage and look us in the eye. To the catwalk we flew. Waiting for songs from MOP, Human Clay, and Weathered too. And then in a moment they rocked to the roof. Scott prancing, girls pawing and we took a photo as proof. Down the walk he came with a bound. He was dressed in black leather from his head to his feet, his clothes hung so sexy as he moved to the beat. A bundle of lyrics, the he sang "who's got my back?Creed sounded so hot they didn't need an opening act. Mark's eyes how they twinkled, the fans were so merry. Brett striking poses, Flip drumming so excellent, so very. Scott's mouth drawn up like a bow, the cleft of his chin shown in the light white as snow. The mike held to his teeth and the pyro smoke it encircled his head like a wreath. He looked so hot with his nice tight belly. He was smiling and happy, his old pleasant self. And I cried when I saw him in spite of myself. A wink of his eye and a turn of his head. Soon made me wonder what he's like in bed. He spoke his written words and went about his work and filled us festers with joy in spite of the occasional jerk. And placing the mike at the tip of his nose, he gave a nod and the pyro rose. They sprang from the stage and the crowd started to whistle. And away they drove like the down of a thistle. But we heard them exclaim as they drove out of site, Thank you Creed Festers and to all a Good Night. </i>
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