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Under flickering stage lights, the band launched into a thunderous riff that shook the walls of the old venue. The crowd surged forward, caught in the storm of sound—growling vocals, pounding drums, and a lead guitar that screamed like it was alive. This wasn’t polished or pretty—it was raw, loud, and honest. Every chord told a story of frustration, freedom, and fire, echoing through the bodies of everyone in the room. For three chaotic minutes, nothing existed but the music. Then silence, cheers, and the smell of sweat and electricity hanging in the air.
