(A song for the ones who build the stage before the lights come on)

I don’t wear black for fashion’s sake,

It’s grease and grit from every break.

I’ve slept in vans, I’ve fixed the fuse,

I know the weight of every bruise.

I don’t need thanks, don’t need applause,

Just give me time and give me cause.

I’ll build the bones beneath your show—

Then vanish when the crowd says “go.”

🎸 I’m the code beneath the chaos,

The map behind the sound.

I don’t chase the spotlight,

I hold the battleground.

I’m not the name they scream aloud,

But I’m the reason for the crowd.

Mama Dee cooks with soul and sass,

Clint keeps time like tempered glass.

Randy’s got the mix just right,

And the Triplets? Wildcards every night.

Me? I’m the checklist, the calm, the glue,

The one who knows what cables do.

I don’t shout, I don’t boast,

But I’m the one they trust the most.

You want to lead? Then learn the grind.

Want to last? Then stay aligned.

I ain’t your hero, ain’t your fame,

But I’ll teach you how to play the game.

🎸 I’m the code beneath the chaos,

The pulse behind the plan.

I don’t need your spotlight,

I just need a working van.

I’m not the legend, not the lore,

But I’ll get you through the door.

We don’t build dreams for glory.

We build ‘em so they don’t fall.

And when the lights go out…

We’re still there.

Oren’s Code.

Ultimate Roadie Crew.