• Thump, thump, thump, thump. That is all I hear, the sound of my heart so dear.
    Up there on the stage, I feel free from my cage. I pick up my sticks, and play the songs we pick. I start the song, which we have practiced for so long. The crowds go wild, as we go over mild. Now all I hear is the sound of music. I live for music, along with my drumstick.

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