This was some random thought that seemed good in my head but once I got it onto paper I went 'blech'. It just seems too clichéd and I can't think of anyway to go with it... I 'unno
The guitars’ riffs pounding out loud and clear, the deep bass notes vibrating in the floor and heart of everyone there, the drums echoing throughout the stadium, the cymbals crashing, the deep guttural screams of the singer; it was a cacophony of musical bliss. People were hurdling off the stage into the throng of jumping, moshing, screaming fans, they were body surfing everywhere and near the front where the feeling was so intense, so extreme, the people were going crazy. There the frenzy had climaxed and there were body parts everywhere; jutting out at awkward angles, stabbing into others, trying to surface above the crushing wave of the throbbing mass.
It was awesome, an experience that only a true fan could appreciate and enjoy and a terrifying, dangerous risk for anyone else. And at this concert, they were all the experiencing type. Now, at the peak of the song, the singer was belting out a high loud scream, accompanied by an insane solo by the guitar. The mob exploded, the waves and waves of intoxicated people undulating uncontrollably, inebriated from the music. To top it all off the pyrotechnics were awe-inspiring; fire was shooting out everywhere on the stage, from the top, the bottom, the sides; brightly coloured sparks reflected in the glazed eyes of the onlookers.
And here I was amidst this ecstatic frenzy, observing the mass from the roof rafters.
"Man, this sucks. Just if I could let go; fall into this crowd and let all my worries be swept away by their hypnotic sways. It’s so close, I can almost feel their bodies pressed against mine. Oh I wish for that kind of freedom; that wanton bliss!" I groaned to myself. My body ached with the want, my muscles screaming with my brain to let go of the cold steel and flutter down to the crowd. But I couldn’t, I knew I couldn’t; it was all my brain could do to keep my body from overpowering it, saying that over and over, a wave crashing against my skull. But oh how I craved it! My body physically hurt from the restraint.
"Curse you! Why did I have to be like this?!" I knew my cries would be engulfed by the music and hysteria from the people so I just let out all I could, though I had to restrain my voice from overpowering everything else still. When my rant was over, my chest shakily drawing deep breaths, I gave a large sigh and focused my attention to the band once more, letting the notes blur my vision and the experience overpower all other distractions and unnecessary senses to their limits.
"Should we go now - ?" a timid voice said into his earpiece, barely audible above the background commotion.
"Shhhhh!!! Be quiet you fool!" came a hushed voice from the darkness in response. "Our orders are that we are not - under ANY circumstances - to advance! Idiot! This is merely observing until a more opportune time, let the other idiots get killed if anything happens. I’m not going to risk my skin for them!" his quiet voice crackled over the earpiece biting with anger and annoyance.
Their binoculars still focused on the dark figure now dangling from the roof rafters, one foot separating it from plummeting the thirty feet or so onto the multitudes below.
"This is THE most dangerous time to try to do anything," the voice crackled through the earpiece to the other; "Anything - ANYTHING - can happen when their mind’s freed..."
