The Perfomance Will Begin
The Rain God Orchestra
As the white curtain slowly darkens, the lights dim; silencing the audience on pale darkness while they take cover for the air gets colder.
The conductor slowly comes out.
Tap, tap, tap,
Each footsteps echoes the room.
The orchestra waits for his signal at the edge of their seat, attentively waiting with out a blink.
The conductor gently hits the stand with his baton. Suddenly he points to finger with lighting speed and the bass drum thunders, roars!
The performance has begun!
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