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Who knows when I'll ever get on stage. My fingers are raw from all this practice... the music's loud enough th…

Who knows when I'll ever get on stage. My fingers are raw from all this practice... the music's loud enough that nobody can hear me complain, right? Hello? Hello? Hello? Anyone?

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