Stage
Using setting to create a mood---originally with pictures but I don't feel like formatting the whole thing.
The air onstage feels too thin, too dry. It lodges in your throat and you need to cough or vomit to somehow get the fluttering butterflies out of your stomach. Your fingertips are practically buzzing as you hear the excited murmuring of the audience, thousands of voices blurring together in a dull drone that makes your heartbeat crash against your eardrums. The guitar strings vibrate under your knuckles (or are your hands just shaking?) and you glance at your friends in the wings, faces obscured by the shadows. The excitement dances like sparks along nerves pulled painfully taut.
You stare straight ahead at the black curtain as it lurches slightly in its ascent. The lights flare on, blue and blinding. You can’t see anything but the vague shapes of countless peoples’ heads in the audience and the curtain is almost completely raised.
Everything is suddenly too loud as the first chords ring out in the auditorium, amplified a thousand-fold by the adrenaline hammering through your veins. You briefly look down at the stage beneath your feet and it’s so endlessly black you feel your guts plummet to your toes.
The cold microphone echoes with exhilarating but ominous promise as you wrap your clammy fingers around it.
The air onstage feels too thin, too dry. It lodges in your throat and you need to cough or vomit to somehow get the fluttering butterflies out of your stomach. Your fingertips are practically buzzing as you hear the excited murmuring of the audience, thousands of voices blurring together in a dull drone that makes your heartbeat crash against your eardrums. The guitar strings vibrate under your knuckles (or are your hands just shaking?) and you glance at your friends in the wings, faces obscured by the shadows. The excitement dances like sparks along nerves pulled painfully taut.
You stare straight ahead at the black curtain as it lurches slightly in its ascent. The lights flare on, blue and blinding. You can’t see anything but the vague shapes of countless peoples’ heads in the audience and the curtain is almost completely raised.
Everything is suddenly too loud as the first chords ring out in the auditorium, amplified a thousand-fold by the adrenaline hammering through your veins. You briefly look down at the stage beneath your feet and it’s so endlessly black you feel your guts plummet to your toes.
The cold microphone echoes with exhilarating but ominous promise as you wrap your clammy fingers around it.