(Don't know why I'm smilin' to myself ........ Rude boy. Stop your smilin' innit?)
It's the same feeling you get, when you practice for a grand performance, like a musical, a play, a competition, or some kind of showcase.
The point when it's the last day, and you're full of sweat, your mind is on a throbbin' recovery after how hard those brain cells worked.
The body ain't lettin' you go nowhere, and that smile of relief/accomplishment/enjoyment/remeniscence or just plain love, ain't leavin' your face.
The project (and I tell you know lie) feels like a son I'm huggin' before he moves out to study @ uni. And now the world can see what he's made of.
I have pretty much outlined who made this possible within the acknowledgements, but a general thank you thank you thank you to ALL who participated is necessary right here in this blog.
Thank you so much people. I love you all.
It's my pleasure to give you:
The Shakka Crown Affair
If you wanna just listen to it here and now, visit:
artist of the decade Ed Sheeran
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