"well I got this guitar / and I learned how to make it talk"
They trot offstage, and the lights dim behind them.
The crowd is on its feet, howling, crashing like thunder. So loud Bruce can't make out what Stevie says, grinning wide, as they head further back, down the hall, and the distance only dampens the noise a little. It's more than sound, though. Bruce can feel it in the thrum of blood through his body.
Backstage, someone gives him a towel and a big cup of water. He wipes his face. Steve bounces a few times, and Roy gives him an affectionate shove.
They're all grinning, high on adrenaline. Clarence grabs Bruce from behind, and the water sloshes over his hand. They're both sweating like pigs, but it's okay. The weight of Clarence's arm is solid and real. And it's good because Bruce feels like his chest might split open.
Twenty minutes or so to cool off--not cool down, they aren't coming down from this, not now--then they'll be back out for the encore. Bruce gets another cup of water and swigs it. Each show gets better, pushes higher, a rush of pure joy singing through his veins.
Suddenly Clarence pushes Bruce back against the wall and kisses him soundly. His lips are curved in a smile. Max hoots at them. Clarence tastes like water, and they're both laughing, laughing.
(for stellaluna-)
:: IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW, IT'S CANON ::
Another great version of "Thunder Road," this one from '78
Bonus video :: "Atlantic City" with the E Street Band, Paris '85
The crowd is on its feet, howling, crashing like thunder. So loud Bruce can't make out what Stevie says, grinning wide, as they head further back, down the hall, and the distance only dampens the noise a little. It's more than sound, though. Bruce can feel it in the thrum of blood through his body.
Backstage, someone gives him a towel and a big cup of water. He wipes his face. Steve bounces a few times, and Roy gives him an affectionate shove.
They're all grinning, high on adrenaline. Clarence grabs Bruce from behind, and the water sloshes over his hand. They're both sweating like pigs, but it's okay. The weight of Clarence's arm is solid and real. And it's good because Bruce feels like his chest might split open.
Twenty minutes or so to cool off--not cool down, they aren't coming down from this, not now--then they'll be back out for the encore. Bruce gets another cup of water and swigs it. Each show gets better, pushes higher, a rush of pure joy singing through his veins.
Suddenly Clarence pushes Bruce back against the wall and kisses him soundly. His lips are curved in a smile. Max hoots at them. Clarence tastes like water, and they're both laughing, laughing.
(for stellaluna-)
:: IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW, IT'S CANON ::
Click to viewAnother great version of "Thunder Road," this one from '78
Bonus video :: "Atlantic City" with the E Street Band, Paris '85