IThappened at night. The sound of the first guitar string broke the
silence. It echoed off of the still walls, reverberating back to
them. For the crowd was silent. Another note and the crowd cheered.
The lights were flickering on and off. It has happened once again, a
great concert beginning, and a sad ending. The singer came onto stage
out of nowhere, just falling out of the ceiling as silent as a ghost.
No one was expecting this: she had nothing to help her get down
except gravity and her weight. She landed on her feet and, in a low
breathy voice, sung the first note almost silently as her emo voice
rung out, strong and clear, against the shocked-silence of the crowd,
and the hypnotic noise of the background. She was mischievous in ways
no one knew, and, yet, every guy fell for her and every girl envied
her. She was Night, and this was her time to shine.