A pick slams down on guitar strings, ringing out the opening chord to the song ‘Blood-Soaked Frenzy.’ Time instantly kicks into high gear as notes are played three times the norm. She hears many things: singing, strumming, cheering, drumming, stomping, clicking, yelling, laughing. She can see herself; not mentally but physically on the monitors, broadcasting her image to thousands across the globe.
Crystal and the Total Breakdown.
Okay, so the band is actually named ‘Total Breakdown.’ She isn’t that selfish to demand her name to be in the band. However, in this moment, all eyes are on her and for many moments to come. This is one of the perks of being the lead guitarist.
Sporting a tight fishnet shirt underneath a fake blood-stained tube top, she smiles as she catches some guys envying her guitar. The blue haired girl practically skips around the stage, a task difficult to achieve in two inch lifts, working her body with the blaring music. She knows that she’s shouting even though her voice sounds faint to her. Sweat pours from her face as she readies herself for her solo. She can hear her guitar get louder with each second. Her vision blurs and all bets are made on muscle memory. Her fingers grip the neck too hard and she hears a couple of sloppy notes but the crowd hasn’t noticed. Additional distractions take place when the cardboard sewage plant behind the drummer, Allison, erupts with green smoke. Orange and pink smoke invade from the sides of the stage. So many colors. The world is spinning. Finishing her last verse, Crystal closes her eyes.
“Crystal? Crystal! Come on, wake up!”
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Crystal’s body spasmed for a bit when she awoke. This happens a couple of times to her, especially in the case of interrupted sleep. It wasn’t painful but it did shock her every time, making her brace for impact. Her eyes finally fixated on the person talking to her: Jen, the bass player of the group.
“How long was I out?” Crystal asked the brunette while spitting out a few strands of dyed-blue hair. The rest of her hair had been braided by Aimee to prove how long it was getting as well as to provide Allison a few photos to blackmail Crystal with later.
“ ‘Bout forty minutes. Allison wants to resume practice. Come on.” Jen replied, already making her way upstairs.
Crystal began to reposition herself right-side up when she realized...
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