I strode confidently into the Abyss. I knew nothing. No one. I had never envisaged myself being present there in that murky dwelling that some people seemed to relish. If it had not been for the taunts of that person I cared for so much, I would have been comfortable with my surroundings. I clung onto those distant thoughts by my finger tips as my stride diminished into a stumble. Everyone else seemed to be contented by the confined space and the squash of people. It must have resembled that of troops surging forward in battle. As one.
The noises were in harmony, the wails and screams echoed the patterns of the flashings lights; teetering high above the stage on an old, rusting spindle of metal. It came as no surprise that some of the lights were broken, just like those that lay beaten in the trenches. No time for change, no time to stop. The entire place was devoid of colour, looming, black shadows filled every corner. Only to be interrupted by a faint beam spat out by the lights. The only hint of colour came from a single white cloth spun around the solitary microphone. It flapped eerily in the shrieks of the crowd, like its possessor knew of the battle to come. The roar and screams of the swarm began to grow, like a distant war cry of soldiers getting closer and closer. The inevitable was coming.
The crowd fell silent. Every last one. For the first time that night, the Abyss could have truly been empty. The crowd were waiting for a command. They marched onto the stage with a militant precision. They were the commands of the hoards, under the influence of power. For a moment they stood. Immobile. Then like the greatest dictators of all time, he slurred out a war cry from the bottom of his stomach and into that once solitary microphone. The hoards reiterated the snarl and responded with a passion, so true you could have only engaged with if you were fighting the struggle for the same side.
Sam Briggs
15
(This is a descriptive piece about how music is always split into sides and somehow there always seems to be confrontation between the groups, no matter what era or genre of music people are talking about).
