Pitch Black Concert

                                    

                                          


                          
Brief flashes of light were all they got, but it was enough to make the 12,000 people at the Gated Garden scream wildly.

                          
"There he is! I saw him!" A woman shouted in the darkness.
                          
     Another flash...Someone was descending diagonally on to the stage.  Green and gold wings adorned the figure's back.  Even with the light, the figure was still silhouetted but the flowing lustrous hair was unmistakable. Glittering Petals fell from the massive wings and a deep golden spotlight shone instantly on the beautiful harbinger.
                          
"Ladies and Gentlemen.  The eagle has landed." An announcer roared.
                          
     The Gated Garden's arena continued to flash sporadically and then became slower and slower until it became  as slow as a heartbeat.  The instant the long haired man's foot touched the stage the darkness disappeared and the stage was fully lit with a full orchestra and choir.  There must have been no less than 66 people on stage with more than half of those people being black robed figures that made up the choir.  Despite the large number, each individual stood on a marble pillar above the ground that varied in height.  Frozen like statues, they stood in perfect poses waiting for the great performer to lead them.
                          
     Yannissimo pointed to stars painted on the ceiling and the stage lights were manipulated on him in such a way that there was a constant shimmer over him every 3 seconds. "Huussssssssssssh."  He pointed to the crowd and the entire throng of people fell silent.  He closed his eyes and pulled the mic to his face. "Huuuuuuuuuuu...Haaaaaaaaaa..."  He just kept breathing into the mic.  Behind him an image of the ocean faded into existence but then quickly disappeared.
                          
     "I can feel a presence here...I can feel your energy." Yannissimo whipped his hair behind him as he knelt on the stage. "Thank you all for coming!  Are you ready for the most amazing show you have ever seen in your life?"
                          
"Yaaaaaa!"
                          
"I'm serious! This will be the show of shows! And the theme I'm riding on for it is entitled~"
                          
     "Halalalalalalalalalalalalal." A butch teenage girl wearing an owl mask climbed on stage and blasted 2 shots into Yannissimo.  He fell on his face and writhed in a growing pool of blood.  She threw the gun to the floor and kicked her way past the security guards and scrambled backstage.
                          
     "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" People began to run amok, amidst the chaos...nobody seemed to notice that some of the choir members were starting to sing.  Briefly, perhaps only for only a second, Branded Dragen's face appeared on the back screen with the words PWO written in feathers.
                          
     Paramedics came on the stage and tried to resuscitate Yannissimo, who was unresponsive.  All the exits were quickly blocked off by security and bone barred cages rose up at each entrance. A banner from the outside simply said "Show in Progress. Please check Yannissimo's twitter page for more info."
                          
"Oh my God! Someone shot Yannissimo!"  An onlooker cried.
                          
"Are they going to refund our tickets...wait shouldn't I be trying to find a way out of here?"
                          
"...I just texted my girlfriend and she said to check his twitter page.  Why the heck would anyone check his twitter page at a time like this?"
                          
"Wait...they posted a pic of him getting shot...are they serious?!  How callous is that?  It says #DeathislikeSunset...so now they're getting artistic with his demise? This is horrible!"
                          
The paramedics passed a blood red mic from their first aid kit and clasped it in Yannissimo's hand. His hand moved and pulled as he raised it to his mouth while still lying on the floor.