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It may well be the beginning of my story, but I am not sure.
First off, what do you think?
What is your initial reaction?
DO you get the feeling that the character is 'high'? (question occurred because of what my friend said..)
Would you keep reading on (once you knew more about the story, or got an inkling of what was about to happen)
The rhythm of the band pumped through the walls of the theatre; and the red spotlights danced at random, casting bright beams onto the dance floor and the bars stools surrounding. A grey plume of smoke hung adrift in the room, leaving a smell to linger. It blurred the vision of the crowd, and Ezra could only see a few metres in front of him.
Ezra sat at a crowded table, his hands dug deep inside the pockets of his black, hooded jumper. It was freezing out, and even among the sweat and the pulsating temperatures amidst the room, a cold draft was felt at the edges. A cigarette was passed to Ezra and he inhaled slowly, before holding it over his shoulder, waiting for someone else to take it off him. A soft hand grabbed Ezra’s head from behind and began running it’s fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. Ezra wasn’t exactly sure who it was, but that didn’t worry him. He felt relaxed, and as he sank back into his chair he let the music of The Temple Drums numb his mind.
(the Temple Drums being the band name
)
thanks for reading
Well, no.
But he isn't totally pure either.. if you get what I'm saying
First off, what do you think?
What is your initial reaction?
DO you get the feeling that the character is 'high'? (question occurred because of what my friend said..)
Would you keep reading on (once you knew more about the story, or got an inkling of what was about to happen)
The rhythm of the band pumped through the walls of the theatre; and the red spotlights danced at random, casting bright beams onto the dance floor and the bars stools surrounding. A grey plume of smoke hung adrift in the room, leaving a smell to linger. It blurred the vision of the crowd, and Ezra could only see a few metres in front of him.
Ezra sat at a crowded table, his hands dug deep inside the pockets of his black, hooded jumper. It was freezing out, and even among the sweat and the pulsating temperatures amidst the room, a cold draft was felt at the edges. A cigarette was passed to Ezra and he inhaled slowly, before holding it over his shoulder, waiting for someone else to take it off him. A soft hand grabbed Ezra’s head from behind and began running it’s fingers through his hair, massaging his scalp. Ezra wasn’t exactly sure who it was, but that didn’t worry him. He felt relaxed, and as he sank back into his chair he let the music of The Temple Drums numb his mind.
(the Temple Drums being the band name
)thanks for reading
Well, no.
But he isn't totally pure either.. if you get what I'm saying