You hear the buzzing of drunken voices cluttering the room and you start to get excited. You can literally smell the heavy metal in the air from the 200 sweating bodies that just moshed their asses off to the band before you. You see your band mates plugging in the last of their cables and you hear the last floor tom sound check fire off like a cannon. You walk on stage and grip the mic like it’s your last bottle of water in the desert. You look out into the crowd and …