I could feel the nervousness, the nausea in my stomach,
It was so real as i could first see my favorite singer before me.
The crowd was roaring as i found myself up there on the stage,
In my sleep i could hear tender years, where was i at this time.?
Friends and family were there but it was so dark, no faces to be,
All were watching as now there appeared a band, i was to sing and play.
This was my big chance but i could not sing or play this guitar in my hands,
Eyes were on me, now the invisible crowd was everywhere, i was there.
The dark side, Johnny B. Goode was being sung with guitar as i watched,
Within a moment it was i who was playing that guitar and singing with another.
I had a dream last night, was it real, no but the experience was there when i awoke.