Click.
The lights go up,
an empty stage.
Anticipation hangs,
waiting for the-
Hum
of the speakers,
vibrating, starting.
The cheers of the crowd
drown out the echo as-
“Check.”
The microphone works,
the crowd goes quiet.
The hot air is electric,
charged and ready for the-
Squeal
of a guitar,
the opening note.
The lights converge,
the crowd gives a-
Roar
as the stars come out,
playing their songs.
Legends of music,
opening with a-
Pound
of the drums
as people push close,
hot and cramped,
yearning for another-
Thump
of the bass,
matching the pulse
beating in the heart
of the fans who scream-
“Yeah!”
with the singer,
loud and excited.
Reeking of alcohol,
people anticipate the-
Blare
of the famous song,
the glorious cacophony.
Inspiration coursing deep,
as one, the crowd shouts,
“Encore.”
Something I wrote for Creative Writing class when told to describe what it's like to be in the "audience of a rock concert" without using any of those words.