A gentle melody drifts from a guitar and hypnotizes the crowd. It puts them in a peaceful trance. A calm air washes over the sea of people, leaving them in a moment of tranquility. But it doesn’t last.
A sudden, aggressive guitar lick causes a mild trickle of excitement to course through the crowd. Minor tremors ripple through the speakers as a second guitar joins the first. The light taps of drums begin to pick up in intensity. Static turns into an electric charge and ramps up the crowd even more.
Gone is the peace. Long live the noise makers.
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