Sound.
Harmonic motion of objects to the point of resonance.
Collisions between air molecules.
Vibrations of the eardrum.
Emotion.
Ever changing; ever flowing. Poetic in every way.
Affecting their creator and those around them.
Living and dying.
When done right, the former affects the latter to the highest degrees. From the peace of a calming voice or flute to the intensity of drums and trumpets, music has influenced minds, countries, worlds…
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“…♪ She is the Liii-iiight, brighter than the Sun! She is the Lii-ii-iight, and she loves to have fu-un! ♫-”
“J-man! We need some help with these amps! You do want those ladies to hear your voice tonight, right?”
“I’m coming, I’m coming! We still have an hour and a half ‘til the gig and we only need half of that to set the equipment up, jeez!”
The lightly built twenty-two year old leapt off the branch of a large oak onto the ground. He ran his hand through his sandy blond hair that, according to his father, needed to be cut soon because it was starting to curl at the ends. It was summer but he still wore jeans, wear and tear included. He also donned a white undershirt and an opened, blue, button-up shirt that faded to a dark blue at the bottom. Hands in his pockets, he strolled towards the band’s van. The sun’s warmth echoed memories of things lost and unspoken; his smile slowly faded into a time that felt so distant and wonderful. The six-foot tall man then remembered a few sweet words and peace returned to him. He lifted the handles of two amplifiers and carried them inside the club.
“Right here, J-man! I think we got the rest. Just go relax for a bit, you know, socialize some.”
“Alright, Aaron,” he replied, feeling that his friend just wanted him to go inside, rather than help set up things.
Socialize. Surprisingly this wasn’t what he wanted, at least… well, at least he’d go buy a soda. He didn’t like alcohol, which helped him stay sober for shows. He walked over to the counter and ordered a root beer. The bartender handed him a glass and told him performers get free drinks. He nodded and took a sip.
'Why am I so glum?' he pondered, 'Here I am, about to entertain people and I just radiate depression. She'd lecture me so much-' and he cut the line of thought. A quick tear dashed down his lowering face. He wiped it away, took a deep breath, chugged his soda down, and flashed a wide grin. "Alright, let's do this!" he chuckled as he stood up.
"Bartender!! Drinks are on me for all the ladies in the house! After all, it is time to get this party goin'!"
Electricity flowed through the room. The pulsing of the beat couldn't be stopped. Persperation's sweet scent brought with it feelings of ecstacy. The music faded and the resident DJ got on the speakers.
"Excuse my interruption, folks, but it's time for tonight's special treat. Presenting the fire of the clubs, the wind of change, the ice of the night, and the thundering sensation: Elements of Sound, with the lead vocalist known only as Jeremy!"
"Heh, guess I'm late for work, ladies; pardon me!" the man bowed to the girls he was dancing with. He reached into his pocket and removed a cordless microphone. Wrapping his hand around the top to prevent feedback, he flipped the switch on and took a swig from his water bottle. The girls were speechless as they and the nearby crowd respectfully backed away. The lights centered on the tree once hidden in the forest. Jeremy tossed the water bottle on stage and cleared his throat.
He lowered his head to the mike and slowly blew into it like a soft breeze. The keyboardist played three notes, both introducing the song and giving Jeremy the key. He sang a capella.
"♪ She is the Liii-iiight!♪......tss-tss-tss-ah!"
A light percussion kicked in for four measures, paused, and was joined by a pounding, synthetic bass. Jeremy danced in the center of the floor, caught in the hypnotic rhythm that defined the genre: trance. He then sang in a intimate mezzo-piano:
"♪ Sunlight is walking beside me. It whispers, 'There she is.' I see her, shimmering shining. Her beauty is like a summer's kiss.♪" The synthesizer crept into the mix, ever building in strength. Jeremy synchronized with the music as he climbed the scale, picked up in tempo, and crescendoed. "♪ She glows like the sand; she's kind as can be; her warmth in inside me; she's always so free!... *Ratatat-tat!* She is the Lii-iight, brighter than the Sun! She is the Lii-ii-ight, and she loves to have fu-un! She is the Lii-ii-iight, melts the darkness away! She is the Lii-ii-ight and she is here to sta-ay!♪" The percussion rolled down, and the piano was introduced as the song returned to softer sounds for the next verse.
"♪ Radiant, she's so far above me. She has a- warm embrace. She see's me her brilliance showing; she wears a lovely smile on her face.♪" The music rebuilt itself for the chorus. "♪ She glows like the sand; she's kind as can be; her warmth in inside me; she's al-ways-so-free!... *Ratatat-tat!* She is the Lii-iight, brighter than the Sun! She is the Lii-ii-ight, and she loves to have fu-un! She is the Lii-ii-iight, melts the darkness away! She is the Lii-ii-ight and she is here to sta-ay!♪" The music drops out for his last verse.
"♪ Caring, she softly holds me. She whispers, 'I need you.' I love her; my heart is pulsing. Her Light begins to fill me through and through.♪" The beat shocked in at full force. "♪ She glows like the sand; she's kind as can be; her warmth in inside me; she loves you and meeeeeeee!...♪" He froze, head facing the floor. He held the pause longer this time until-" *Ratatat-tat!*" -the sounds climaxed. "♪ She is the Lii-iight, graceful as the Moon! She is the Lii-ii-ight, stole my heart so soon! She is the Lii-ii-iight, her head upon my chest! She is the Lii-ii-ight, and I know she's the be-est!
"♪ She is the Lii-iight, brighter than the Sun! She is the Lii-ii-ight, and she loves to have fu-un! She is the Lii-ii-iight, melts the darkness away! She is the Lii-ii-ight and she is here to sta-ay!♪"
The crowd erupted with cheering. Jeremy then saw a bright flash and was no longer in the club. He later remembered his horoscope said something about how he should try new things today. He later made a mental note to find the person who writes those things and punch them in the face. Really hard.
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