I don't give a fuck if it's raining

The guitar slips a bit in my hand, but I tense my grip to hold it steady
I stare out into the darkness in front of me, feeling the bated breaths of thousands of people
Staring just for me
But no, it's not just for me
They are waiting for the same thing I am waiting for
That perfect first thrash
They are waiting for the bass to drop, for the solo to start
They are waiting for the music they have waited so long in horrid weather
They are waiting
And so am I