A show started amidst an oscillating hum only electronic instruments could produce. Skyscraping subwoofers vibrated through every bone. An anticipated crowd and dusk-filled fog claimed its low visibility of the stage in front of me. It was impressive how little front-row seat meant when you were half as tall as the humans around you.
Using the stool I had, I peered through the holes in people's heads at a screen. The screen was as dark as a sea of pixels could be. Two electronic pianos sat on either side of a microphone stand. Soon Angela would be playing right there, shocking the whole world like she frequently did.
An electronic chime rang through the air to show the theme of the album to come. The sound's arrival initiated the oscillating hum to move faster and get louder with each quiver. A deep voice faded into the background, singing incoherent notes.
Soon the waving whir was too fast and too loud for any other sound, but a chime equivalent to the last silenced the hum for good. It followed bold red texts in the middle of a gigantic screen, reading Soviá with the Poké translation right below it.
Dead space filled the atmosphere before another chime changed the text. Presents. That was what it read. The predicted dong elapsed this time, holding your anticipation for just a few seconds. Then the drop with its sturdy fast-paced melody and flashing light.
Forever live, Always remembered. It said in bold, colorful letters. It was the name of the tour. A clever play on the original album name, Forever & Always.
An espeon stood playing the drop on an electronic piano. Then the short peak was over with one last downshifted chime. The first melody, crisp yet unmistakable, marked the beginning of the show.
The artist behind the show, officially known as Angela, was a great friend of mine.
"Is anyone there? Oh... Hi." Said a robot voice, referencing her favorite artist Porter Robinson. An orchestra of new instruments accompanied the lone melody, and the screen displayed pictures of old memories. Each note brought a fresh memory.
"Hey, Milo. Isn't that from your birthday this morning?" The jolteon beside me asked, relating to a picture that was long gone. It was the same jolteon and I with arms on each other's shoulders. I tried to cover my face from an awkward joke at the time.