Oh, holy silver gods.

The mosh pit was closing in on us. The lights were flashing in sync with the pounding of the music. I screamed in ways I hadn't in what seemed like a lifetime. Jamie pumped her fists in the air and basked in the raw, sonic assault of pressurized and thrilling angst launched at us.

The droidband was midway through "Madman". Daniel's head was thrashing everywhere as his pic hammered his guitar. No one could see Chris's face hidden beneath his thick mane of rippled hair. When his visage appeared, his lips were parted, totally swept up in the heartbeats his fingers conjured. Ben thudded and stomped his sticks and pedal. It looked like he was going to rocket off into a cosmic straya-sphere of his own creation.

I had never seen Jamie more enamored with anything in my life. Her eyes, when they were open, were fixed on the drummer.

If it weren't for the sheer happiness laced within every cell of my body, I would have cried. I couldn't. When they plummeted into "Slave" the pit roared with affectionate chaos. I transcended toward a place where my heart felt whole and empty at the same time. Every care and worry was flung out of me as the droidband shot it out of the venue and into the dark net of the night.

Droids were a gift to humans. I desperately wished others would see that.

There were teen girls wedged up against the front of the stage a few bodies in front of me. Their screeches and wails were the satisfied calls of sirens. They were coming home. They didn't have to hunt anymore.

These droids weren't farking around. 

The spotlight shone on Daniel's figure as he sung the intro of "Pure Massacre". The entire venue sang with him. Crowdsurfers swam above our hands. The heat of humans and stage lights incubated all of les petites morts dropping all around and within us.

Once the song was over, Ben threw a drumstick out into the audience. Both he and Chris left the stage for the frontman's solo performance. The room darkened as Daniel crooned the beginning of "Cemetery". There were still screams, but every body in the place was calm and attentive.

Glow sticks, neon flames from lighters and the bright blue glow of phone lights dappled above us as he sang with such gentle abandon. Feelings I had suppressed for so long returned.

Waterfalls of love and magic and synthetic lust. I didn't just get to see him perform that night; I would get to take him back home with me, too. 

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Nah, y'all. I did not have this song on repeat while writing the chapter. 
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