*Rave*
I looked in the mirror, examining my rocker facade. I just couldn’t decide what else I needed. Black lipstick, check. Heavy eyeliner, check. Grungy street clothes, check. Sleek shiny hair, not for this performance. I messed my hair into an emo-punk hairstyle and walked onto the stage. I settled into my position behind the drums as the lights dimmed. Caden smiled at me and went back to fine-tuning his bass.
The red velvet curtain started to lift and I bowed my head down. Hushed whispered echoes through the audience and Jared hit a note, letting it echo throughout the room. The lights flickered and then I heard my cue and started to pound out my notes.
I listened for the rest of the instruments and heard the deep soulful tones of the bass. Keira’s melodic voice was half screaming the lyrics we had created and I heard Jared start playing a solo that was too fast to count the beats. My palms grew hot as I plunged them down onto the drum again and again. My charcoal black hair fell in my eyes, but I didn’t bother to move it away; it added to the whole “grunge factor.”
My head bobbed to the harsh beats pouring from the speakers. The neon lights flashed and pulsated, giving us a ghostly appearance and morphing the faces of those around me. I beat the drums harder, smirking at the sound coming from it. I felt invincible, I was invincible.
