Sorry guys, I've been out of commission cause of exams. Sucks. I know. But hey, I got the new chapter up finally! O u O
This is it; the moment you've been waiting for.
You climb the steps without betraying the spinning of your head and the cloudiness in your sight, and calmly walk up to the fire-red turn tables they so kindly set up for you beforehand.
Reaching them, you stop behind it and the crowd holds a breath; you know all eyes are on you. It's the perfect time to start.
This is the moment where you walk down the path to fame, and when your sick beats travel across the known universe in glory.
You press a button in the center of the turntables and the records start to spin in slow circles.
Too slow.
You like your songs to have a fast, rhythmic and mesmerizing beat. You turn a nob down and to the left, and the disc's speed jumps a tempo.
Lightly lifting the needle to rest on your index finger, you place the thin point at the very outside of the record.
There is silence accompanied by the static that comes before the song starts. 2 more seconds...
Cracking your knuckles with audible pops, you position your hands over the smooth black discs that have always been your confidants.
You had made two discs prior to the gig that were made up of two giant remixes of your favorite songs. They were already Strider-upped, but once you put both of them together, you'd have an immediate eargasm.
Your fingers lightly touch the ridged surfaces of the discs, and you immediately relax. Your shoulders slump forward a little, and the crease between your eyebrows ease.
The first 'dun-dun-ta-da-tss' of the drum starts from the record and you let a small smile come onto your face before you push your right hand forward in an elegant arc.
You flick your wrist a couple of times; flip a switch; turn up the volume; and then you know it's time to add the other record.
Placing the needle on the left plate, you start this one at a slower tempo, overlapping them so that there is never a stop or break in the middle of the song.
Bopping your head along like a bobble head of an anime girl figure in Bro's car, you let the flowing of the music you spent nights on carry you away to an alternate world of sick beats and clever rhymes.
There are sharp notes and then rounded ones, going fast and then moderately slow; all of them melding into one bigger piece of the puzzle.
A girl from the crowd screams and then shouts in unison with some of you other groupies, "WE LOVE YOU STRIDER!"
You nod in their direction, and most of them swoon at the sight. One of them looked as if she fainted.
Oh, no time to worry about that now, your favorite part is coming up.
'And we can shareeee this oneee t-t-t-timmeeee~ C'mon baby! C'mon baby! You know youuu~ wanttt~ ittt!'
You sing along with the lyrics under your breath while you draw your arm back in a curve and then hit those perfectly timed notes in short consecutive bursts.
The poker face you hold present at all times has a chip in it, allowing a small dorky grin to seep out onto your face.
You don't even care at the moment.
Bro would give you hell for it later... if he ever found out. Which he would. He always does.
Screams and cheers break you out of the horrible thoughts of what Bro might do to you, and all you can hear is one chant: 'SING! SING! SING!'
The cold claws at your throat, but you beat the itching back down with sheer will power. There is no way you are going to show that you're sick on stage.
Placing on a smirk, you open your mouth to add some Strider earcandy to the mix of already killer beats.
What comes out is this hideous dry snake of a cough, entwining through your awesome creation, throwing them off the charts completely.
The crowd goes silent, wondering, 'What the fuck was that?'
The music is still ebbing out from the large speakers behind you, and you have enough time to recover to scan the crowd and see two blue orbs that you would recognize anywhere.; a terrified look is on John's face, his eyes wide and round in shock and mouth pressed in a thin line.
You're a Strider; and you just messed up.
The last thing to go through your mind:
Oh shit...
Sorry for bein' away for so long! Wishing all of you good luck for upcoming assignments, tests, exams, and whatever stuff that seems to get ya occupied! ;) Love ya always~