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Kalluto's Mosh Pit (SFW)
Jun. 8th, 2023 02:29 amA shimmering kaleidoscope of stage lights burns through eyelids slammed shut, covering eyes accustomed between songs to the dimly lit stage. The pumping rhythm of a dear and familiar guitar riff, buoyed by bass accompaniment, drilled into your skull with drums, pushes past plugged eardrums, courses through hearts and urges the whole body to dance, scream, headbang and jostle to the front and centre. The crowd numbers just under a hundred - intimate in such a small venue, but enough to be lost in the mass of people should one choose. Entering this room, you become a 2000s teenager, with alternative rock playing live to suit the tastes of the character. Whether they're remembering it and their age is regressing, or they were born in the #wronggeneration, everyone is dancing or relaxing on one of the ancient but clean couches that line both sides of the crowd area. Shoulders brush shoulders as everyone's on top of each other. In the rear there are amenities and refreshments that are always maintained and never depleted as scant, muted vibrations from the show seep through the soundproof walls and door. The exit is here, but not where you find yourself on entry.
The last Kalluto recalled, he was grinding his teeth, vainly trying in front of his mirror to tense his face up, to stave off his hiccups and tears. He was usually strong enough to handle his family's training, but there was something about today that just made that impossible for him to do without crying. As he'd leaned on the mirror, he felt something pull him through. Now, on this stage, he was losing his breath singing along to nasally vocals that he'd never heard before, but which held a deep familiarity. If he could find a mirror now, he'd be surprised at how his appearance had changed, but caught up in the music he didn't even notice how half of his vision was now occluded by a huge emo fringe.
The last Kalluto recalled, he was grinding his teeth, vainly trying in front of his mirror to tense his face up, to stave off his hiccups and tears. He was usually strong enough to handle his family's training, but there was something about today that just made that impossible for him to do without crying. As he'd leaned on the mirror, he felt something pull him through. Now, on this stage, he was losing his breath singing along to nasally vocals that he'd never heard before, but which held a deep familiarity. If he could find a mirror now, he'd be surprised at how his appearance had changed, but caught up in the music he didn't even notice how half of his vision was now occluded by a huge emo fringe.
