Too Much Techno

When the light of the disco ball so far above sparkled like an underground sun, the beat took on a new intensity. It was then. Then he knew he was in heaven. The bodies moved with the beat in fantastic colors. He thought there could be nothing more beautiful.

Her face shown. Like the moon, its glow stood out and dimmed out everyother face lit up with little reflections of the disco ball stars. He did not hesitate, not tonight, when the fog machine made a melodramitic scene just for them. The fog rose just for them, and she gravitated toward him. He held her in his arms. Maybe this is love at first sight, and maybe it's just the drugs. Anyway, now he knew he wasn't gay, but the minutes rolled by in that underground world of never ending songs. The love turned to nausea, he just needs a drink. Dancing to the bar, he fell, she tripped on a fallen angel, with skin tight pants and white skin. She kept on walking.

The beat invaded his conciousness, his heart forgot. It took up time with the music, and he couldn't get up. Fear presented itself as just a tickle when he was almost stepped on; when the fantastic watermelon brain was almost stomped on by neon stilettos. But he couldn't get up he drifted into another reality, without so many colors. But the beat goes on, so he's still not dead. Some one dragged him to the wall and the music goes faster, he doesn't remember at all. Knowing nothing would be better tonight then remembering anything. All there was was love. But guilt came and went. Shame and regret. But it was like a dream, he didn't remember.

The music changed inperceptibly. He opened his eyes and all he saw was his life. The soundtrack was playing, his heart beats even faster. At a dangerous speed, he is afraid to stop this now and see...See if this is the exit music. Everything is fading now... The fog machine...no...he dies...of ecstacy.