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The bass beat through throughout the studio. Even down in the basement, its repetitive beat surrounded me. Tapping my finger in time with the beat I let my mind stay as blank as possible.
Tap tap tap-tap.
Tap-tap tap tap tap-tap.
"Oi, T, you're up next!" The show-hand called down to me. Rolling my spine up, I rose to my feet, spitting my gum into the bin beside me. My fingers gliding across my arms, waist, legs, and head. Double taping the right side of my headphones, a purple translucent visor popped out from each side, covering my eyes as a pair of goggles. The heels and bottoms of bottoms slowly pushed themselves into the floor, elevating me a foot. A snap rang out from my hand as my outfit flashed a bright light, revealing a new wardrobe from a moment ago.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a hand to the opening act, the Durandles! And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. The incredible, the knock you out synth waves of the one, and only, WICKED WINDS!" The roar of the crowd bleed into every nearby space it could invade. The floor I stood on started rising up to the ceiling. Cocking my head down to look at the floor, I lifted my left hand high above my head, holding up my pointer and middle finger while the rest fanned out downward. The crowd grew louder as I ascended to the stage above and the multi-colored lights flooded the stage.
Tap tap tap-tap.
Tap-tap tap tap tap-tap.
"Oi, T, you're up next!" The show-hand called down to me. Rolling my spine up, I rose to my feet, spitting my gum into the bin beside me. My fingers gliding across my arms, waist, legs, and head. Double taping the right side of my headphones, a purple translucent visor popped out from each side, covering my eyes as a pair of goggles. The heels and bottoms of bottoms slowly pushed themselves into the floor, elevating me a foot. A snap rang out from my hand as my outfit flashed a bright light, revealing a new wardrobe from a moment ago.
"Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a hand to the opening act, the Durandles! And now, the moment you've all been waiting for. The incredible, the knock you out synth waves of the one, and only, WICKED WINDS!" The roar of the crowd bleed into every nearby space it could invade. The floor I stood on started rising up to the ceiling. Cocking my head down to look at the floor, I lifted my left hand high above my head, holding up my pointer and middle finger while the rest fanned out downward. The crowd grew louder as I ascended to the stage above and the multi-colored lights flooded the stage.