by kartharon » Fri Aug 10, 2012 4:09 am
T R O N L E G A C Y
♫ Tron Legacy Soundtrack
The city spanning in front of me could only be described in one way. Massive. And despite the hour and only a faint glow from the full moon, every single building held some sort of light source, which flickered out of windows in a variety of brilliant colors which all clashed together, forming a visible cloud that held every color imaginable. It pulsed with the thump of a heavy beat, the sound of a popular song shaking the ground that I walked on with each step, filling the air with heavy vibrations and sounds.
The source of the bass came from one of the famous hot spots of the town, an abandoned warehouse where the curious gathered to take in a fill for their young adventurous minds. What they wanted was exactly what they recieved. The Vibe, one of the most popular roaming clubs of the city, had been around for generations and never failed to please every customer. Now days, clubs were illegal, but The Vibe somehow managed to keep up their business and then bale as soon as the cops arrived. Many claimed that underneath the streets were secret tunnels they escaped through, but further investigation showed no proof of such outrageous ideas. It was no surprise that the officers had yet to show, the ones on duty probably didn't want to show up to an empty warehouse literred with drunk civilians and no sign of The Vibe's owners.
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The only sound in my ears was my squealing tires as I skid into the parking lot of the club, my Porsche reflecting the lights pouring out of the openings in the building. Sliding the key out of the ignition, only then did I hear the faint traces of the bass reverberating through the warehouse in front of me. Slowly opening the door, I pulled myself out of the driver’s seat like any other celebrity, first came the stilettos, and then my face, until I emerged from the door and closed it slowly shut behind me, not even bothering to lock it.
A few stares from the onlookers caught my eye, but I didn’t even bat an eyelash in their direction, sauntering right up to the front of the line, stepping right past the guards and ducking under the red rope. Soon, the admiration turned into glares, but I only turned around to wink at everyone in line before I opened the thick door into the club.
My first step on the carpet was bombarded by flashing lights, not of paparazzi, but of the light show around the stage. And then there was the bass which nearly made me crumple into a ball, a headache slowly forming inside my head as I tried my best to block out the noise. Luckily, the attention of the night was on stage, so I would be able to get in and out fairly quickly before I wound up with a migraine.
And also in my advantage, my target was also on the stage. Dalton Myers, guitarist for Black Skulls at Dawn, a heavy metal group, was currently strumming away ferociously on the instrument, no focus on anything but the guitar.
Good.
Pushing through the crowds of considerably younger couples dancing on one another, I found my way to the stairs with little trouble, following the steps up to backstage. Another member of my crew greeted me at the top, not even glancing in my direction as I passed by him.
Navigating through panicked backstage members and managers, I found my way to the closed curtain, a slight opening on the side that allowed easy sight to the members and audience. Most of the people backstage were crowded around the light and music controls, so this was going to be easy. Slowly I pulled out the pistol from the strap on my leg, cocking it and twirling it around my finger. Just as I took aim, Dalton glanced back and met my eyes, the fear alight in them almost causing me to hesitate. But I didn’t.
And I pulled the trigger.
I was out the back door before he dropped and the screaming started, inside of a new vehicle with my gloves and mask left behind in a few seconds, and out of the district in only a few minutes.
As you can see, I’m not a celebrity after all.
I’m an assassin.
My name is Sierra Jones. It’s nice to make your acquaintance.
✖ So, if you couldn't tell, those were two seperate ideas that I wrote out while listening to the same soundtrack. Everytime I listen to anything from Tron, I always get the idea of being in a club, a lot of lights, exc. exc. So, these two became of the songs. I am especially pleased with the second one, though the first was just kind a rant writing, I just had to write something because of what was going on at that moment.
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kartharon on Fri Aug 10, 2012 4:43 am, edited 1 time in total.
