Lights

Inspired by the song Zzzonked by Enter Shikari. I was listening to it today and my mind wandered. Putting it on repeat let my mind run rampant through the streets. This is what happened.

The lights dimmed, everything went quiet. The anticipation was dense in the air, you could literally feel it. All of the people that came out tonight for this show were standing on main floor waiting for the music to start. With the silence lingering, no one would guess that all of these people standing still would soon be running amok and bashing into each other in a giant mosh pit.
Then the lights flash on, shades of red and orange light up the stage. The crowd gets louder, a few shouts and calls could be heard. The band walks on and the shouts get louder. The lights start flashing different colors. The guitarist plucks a few notes, checking his tuning. The bass player slings his bass over his shoulder and waves to the fans. A boyish looking girl walks out with a mic in one palm and a Stella in the other. Behind all of them sits the drummer, he slams his drumsticks into his China and does a few drum fills.
The boyish girl stands behind an assortment of electronic equipment. She punches a few buttons and starts a track on her laptop. The fast paced, dubstep-type music flings itself out of the speakers and slams into the eardrums of everyone in the room. The singer takes a swig of her Stella and sets in on her expensive keyboard.
She wraps the mic cord around her arm twice and raises it up to her mouth. "How are all you crazy mother f*ckers tonight?!" She screams to all of the fans. They respond with clapping and screaming back to her. The lights flash along with the beat of the music. The faces of the crowd members glow with the shades of the lights and some wear glow necklaces.
The guitarist jumps onto the tall amp and pumps his fist in the air as the music swells. The singer runs back to her equipment and fades the track out. The new track is louder and faster. The bass player jumps into the air as the drummer hits the crash and ride. The guitarist does a backflip off of the amp he was on. Soon the room is filled with the intruments' rough distortion sound.
"Are you ready Milwaukee?" The singer shouts as she runs across the stage. "Chicago did monstrously well last night, can you beat them?" The crowd cheers and the singer starts singing in her rough yet melodic voice.
The band jumps and runs around hectically. They don't have any particular moves, they just let the music command them. This is what these people live for. They live to be on a stage, playing music for whoever will listen. It's not the money, it's not the fame. It's the feeling of the music that they created and love going out to the ears of people that love it just as much.
The crowd definitely loves it just as much as the band does. They scream the lyrics. There isn't a mosh pit, because the entire floor is one giant mass of people jumping, running, and just flailing around. The sound flying out of the speakers commands them to move, just like it commands the band.
For an hour, there isn't a problem in the world. Nothing outside of the doors matters to any one inside of the building for an hour. Sixty whole minutes of forgetting the world. It is perfect for the members of the band, and many members of the audience, for the world is a cruel place for many.
Me, I just watch from behind the scenes. Many people don't even realize that I exist. But, without me the band would sound crap live. I'm the sound technician. Yeah, I had dreams of being on that stage up there. I wanted to play my music for fans to get lost in. Now, I just make sure that someone else gets to realize that dream.
In a moment of irrational thinking, I leave my seat by the mixing boards and with a running start I dive into the crowd. They carry me along, violently tossing me about. For the time that it takes for the crowd to get me to the barriers I am not the sound technician that had dreams, I become a member of the audience and I get lost in the music.
Then the barriers and security guards come. I'm pulled out of the crowd and pushed aside. Without the guards noticing, I dive back in. I've forgotten what it's like to just listen to music and have fun, not pull it apart and analize every section. The feeling is too good to let go, and tonight I will spend sixty minutes feeling the music that blasts from the speakers.

Author's Note

Random... I've always wanted to be in a band. I probably can't though, because I'm slightly tone deaf. The reason the sound technician is in there is because I've always wanted to be a live sound engineer too haha.
yeah, it's garbled nonsense really...

Reviews

[GrandDystopia]

Nonesense that seems to make a lot of sense, ha. I've been to many a concert and can safely say that you have captured the feeling and atmosphere (might be the same thing).
Good job, your good at this:)