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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

From "Rock Charisma" by Joan P. Cooley

Rock CharismaDale Rhodes paced the concrete floor beneath his feet like an animal in a cage...lean, lithe, and brooding. As dangerous as a trapped panther. Or a man headed for the gallows. Just then, he felt like one. And not at all like the biggest rock star in the world, with an arena full of fans outside…screaming for him.

He stood backstage alone, in the VIP dressing room...trying to prepare. The show was at Pickens arena, 5 miles outside of Los Angeles. The venue had sold out in six minutes. And a crowd of twenty thousand people waited for him to grace the stage. They called his name. Pleading, demanding that he make his appearance. They chanted the name of his band. "Wick-ers! Wick-ers! Wickers!" He could hear their cries, muffled by the 8-inch-thick walls surrounding him.

Their voices didn’t move him. They only added to his misery. He was trapped. Pushed into a corner. He rubbed at his eyes. And he was tired...bone tired. In no shape to sing. The cinder block paneled walls seemed to close in all around him. He shook off a feeling of dread. Lately, nothing felt right. Ever since that letter had come. It had changed everything.

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