To help promote his newest album release, Rome has been doing a few local events to put his name out there. This years has been hectic for him. He had just finished his first album when he went back to work on this newest one. He put more of his soul into this album. It was risky, draining, and scary but he was beyond satisfied with the results. And it seemed to pay off. It has only been a few weeks since the album dropped and their fan base has doubled. People were already talking about their new songs and putting their support behind Seattle Style Beat Down and their featured artiest who helped with a few of their songs.

Tonight the band was playing a local venue tucked away in the middle of the city. He has been here many times growing up. His father took him here when he was looking for new bands to promote. Now he was on the stage during the performance instead of in the crowds, watching. He looked over at his fellow band mates has they got ready to go on stage. Each of them getting pumped in their own way. It was when they heard their names being chanted from the crowd that the nerves finally bombed his stomach. It gets him every time.

It was finally time, his father coming out of no where to guild them to the stage. The crowd roaring as they went to their spots. Rome walking over to the mic stand and picked up his guitar. “Are you guys ready to get this shit started?” The wave of excitement from the fans hit him like a fierce wind when they answered. He looked over his shoulder to his mates to signal the start of the song. He ran his pick over the strings of his guitar as the drummer lead into the beat. His fingers moving over metal strings as he moved closer to the mic, his rhythm guitarist coming in.

I like you when,
when you take off your face
put away all your teeth
and take this weight underneath
cause you could die if you take it alone

I watch you taste it
I see your face
and I know I'm alive
your shooting stars
from the barrel of your eyes
it drive me crazy
just drives me wild

I kinda of like you when
when you make up the rules
take the phone in your room
stop the tape always soon
you could die if you take it alone

I watch you taste it
I see your face
and I know I'm alive
your shooting stars
from the barrel of your eyes
it drive me crazy
it drives me wild

everytime
everytime you try
ride
it's a beautiful ride
why
its a beautiful ride

I watch you taste it
I see your face
and I know I'm alive
your shooting stars
from the barrel of your eyes
it drive me crazy
it drives me wild