rock band and guitar hero

A bead of sweat runs down my forehead.
and the curtain goes up.

I think,
"just finish this set, so you get paid."
notes flash by in my mind,
like flashing stars in the twilight.
not one goes unplayed.

the audience loves me.
they are cheering for an encore.
i decide to oblige them.
i tear through the song, they are chanting my name,
louder, louder, louder still.

and then i turn off the console
and dream of adequacy.