A Micro Fiction: Mosh
There is a moment of silence – brief and overshadowed – a hush that falls just before the rumble of noise begins.
A feeling grows in the momentary quiet (which is not quite silence but rather anticipation). There is a noise to anticipation. A hum. A buzz that starts in your feet and builds to your chest, igniting in your soul.
Lights go up, the sound check crackles and a voice cat calls. A single, solitary call. But not for long.