The young male inhaled deeply; his chest swelling and his stomach rumbling.
"I can do this," he whispered, a string of saliva floating to the hard wooden floor of the backstage--his lisp tainting his words.
His insides were a chaotic mess, turmoil holding reign over his physicality. His mental state was so much worse.
Suddenly a voice boomed across the auditorium.
He was next.
"I got this," was repeating like a mantra in his mind and his fingers clutched ceaselessly onto each other out of pure anxiety.
He pulled back the velveteen curtain with trembling hands.
A brilliant light blinded him.
Once his sight was regained, he moved slowly forward into the center of the stage; his quadmillions of peers watching his every move. He swallowed roughly, tasting the saltiness of blood.
Breathe in.
He took the microphone from the emcee.
Breathe out.
The applause died down and he was ready for his performance.
A soft, elegant track began playing through the audio system--wavering notes and aching minors and simple beauty expelled through a piano. A whispering voice spoke quietly over the music.
"My longest yeah boi ever..."
The male specimen breathed in and was finally prepared.
"YEEEAAAH--"
"BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!"
The room erupted with applause and the melody of Shooting Star, by Bag Raiders, and the boy's voice was flourishing and growing along with it.
A girl stumbled toward the stage, shimmering tears glistening upon her rosy cheeks. "YES DADDY!" she moaned.
A boy followed, "I THINK I'M GOING TO CUM"
"FRICC ME UP"
"LET'S BREAK IT DOWN!"
And suddenly the room was encased in luminescent green sound waves, imbuing each individual present with pure energy and adrenaline. The strong and gorgeous man who had brought the gift upon them swiftly skating out of the door, naught but the fleeting end of a dreadlock and a green, wispy trail left in his wake.
"It's so beautiful," Danny Devito whispered. "It's absolutely beautiful."
FIN
