Midnight Sanctuary/ Introduction
(Melanie Martinez – Toxic)
Sweating bodies pushed against each other in the darkness, pushed to the front of the stage, like moths that where drawn to light, just to get one look. The heat in the little room got to Erskine Ravel as he was about to draw closer to the stage as everybody else, totally bewitched by this voice. It wasn't his first time in this shady nightclub in the suburbs. Most of the time he met here with other club owners to play poker, but not tonight. Wads of smoke billowed through the airless room, drew circles over their heads and drifted into every corner. He had found a small pathway within the moving mass and he started for the stage. He bumped against a few other male guests, who grunted discontented, but at last turned back to the stage. And up above there she was, the entity with the most precious voice Erskine Ravel had ever heard. She sat on a bar stool, leaning towards the microphone. Her long pitch black hair fell in thick heavy locks around her figure, her face he couldn't see. She was wearing a red skin-tight dress, which was caressing her curves. He nearly lost his mind over her. Suddenly she moved. Big dark eyes look directly at him, they closed as she reached the highest note and her lips pressed against the microphone. She was too beautiful to describe, like a goddess, as she sat there on this old battered stage and sang like her soul was on fire. Erskine would make her sing in his nightclub, no matter the cost.