Saturday, September 21, 2013

100 Words a Day 383

“Ladies and gentlemen, from Chicago Illinois: It’s Narrative Imperative!”

The spotlight on the announcer went down and the stage lights went up.

The roar of the crowd was a cacophony, rivaling the volume of the bright, crisp chords that rang out from the amplifiers as the band charged into their first song.

The first verse blazed through the crowd, sending them into a frenzy. When the chorus started, they transformed from a mass of bodies to a singular entity, singing about how Catcher in the Rye wasn’t good.

The song ended on a Five-One, which the band let ring out.

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