Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25220627-20140729201919

Back when I was a performer, my life wasn't as exciting as most people would expect it to be. It still isn't. When I was a guitarist, a typical day in my life mostly consisted of me traveling to my friend's garage and playing in our obscure band. A few months ago, my band was rehearsing everyday from 1 PM to 7 PM in preparation for a huge gig. Little did we know that the gig we were to perform at would be our last. It was a competition where we would perform in front of judges and get a score ranging from one to twenty. Whoever had the highest score at the end would not only win prize money, but a record deal. I was very excited about the upcoming competition seeing how I had the chance to become a celebrity. I wasn't as excited when the show ended prematurely. After practicing for 3 weeks, my bandmates and I headed to the city of Las Vegas, where our competition was to take place. We've never traveled there since that dreadful competition.

On the day of the competition, our performance didn't impress the judges as much as we expected them to be, but ours wasn't the worst. When we finished performing, we sat down in the auditorium seats to see the other bands. As soon as we sat down, the competition went downhill. The announcer of the competition picked up his microphone, looked at the stage and said "Let's give a warm welcome to. . . ."  The announcer paused for a few seconds, looking confused. He went to the judges and whispered something unknown. When the judges looked at the stage, so did I. The band that was to perform was standing there, looking at the judges. Its members were dressed in black and white suits which was weird as most of us were dressed casually. The weirdest thing about them was their eyes; they were yellow. Not only that, but the band members didn't even look excited, they looked depressed. The frontman had the weirdest traits of them all. He had the same features as his counterparts accompanied by a gray beard and a very deep voice.

When everyone was focused on the band, the frontman said that his band was called "The Victors". When one judge checked the list of performers, their name was nowhere to be found. The same judge then told the band that they couldn't perform, however for some odd reason they started to play their song anyway and they played the most obnoxious one we've ever heard. It consisted of screeches and demonic vocals that gave most of us headaches.

The judges tried many times to silence the band but failed. They eventually called security. Security guards tried all they could to get them to stop their horrific song, but all of their efforts were futile. Not even their tasers could get them to stop. As that horrid song continued, some people, including myself, started having weird visions depicting a shadowy figure that coincidentally had the yellow eyes of the band members. The visions didn't last very long, but it was still disturbing to most of the audience. Some people tried to leave the auditorium while the band was still playing, but their efforts were also futile. The closed doors would not only not budge, but they didn't even have locks anymore. It's as if they disappeared. We had no choice but to endure that dreadful performance. After 5 minutes, the band finally stopped playing.

Even though the band wasn't on the list, one of the judges decided to review their performance in hopes of getting them to leave. "Why you guys performed when you weren't even on our list is baffling. Not only that, but the song you played was horrible!  I don't even want to see you guys in this room after playing that crap you call music! Get off the stage!" As soon as she finished her thought, a loud scream was heard in the back of the room. The judge that gave the review was gone in the blink of an eye.

The same scream was heard, but this time it came from the front of the auditorium. When we all looked at the stage, her dead body was lying there in front of the band. Her lower body was gone. The face on her body had the same expression she had when she gave her review: the expression of disgust. That wasn't even the worst part. The band started to play that damn song again and again! I saw some people bang their heads against the walls until their skulls cracked open. I heard loud shrieks coming from some of the patrons. I still don't know whether or not the horrific visions caused this.

After what felt like 3 hours, a SWAT team finally arrived. As soon as the doors blew open from an explosive, the SWAT team ran in the room, guns drawn. When the frontman saw the SWAT officers his true, disturbing, monstrous form was revealed. Its appearance made me want to grab a SWAT Officer's gun and shoot myself. IT grew to a height of 25 feet. IT had green skin accompanied by scales. IT finally snapped after being stricken with explosives! Aggravated, the beast (frontman) hurled a fireball towards the SWAT team, causing the entire auditorium to burst into flames. His bandmates were nowhere to be found. While many of us have fled the area, we were still able to get a glimpse at the disturbing ordeal.

The last thing I remembered was the frontman devouring the SWAT team officers. Everything then turned to black. When I regained consciousness, I realized that I was in my bedroom. I checked my alarm clock to find that it was 4 in the afternoon. I first thought everything that happened was a nightmare, but lying next to me in bed was my guitar case even though I usually kept it in my living room. I opened the case to see if my guitar was alright, but it wasn't there. I did manage to find a note in the case that read:

"Dear "Musician",

We've come to inform you that your instrument has been confiscated.

You, the audience and the judges seem to have no clue what REAL music is.

Our performance was REAL music.

The only reason we showed up to your lousy competition in the first place was to show your world what REAL music is.

Your critiques showed us that you still don't understand REAL music.

Therefore, it is pointless to use or even own an instrument.

Good luck in another field.

Sincerely, The Victors".

Due to the psychological scarring that event gave us, my band separated. I've rarely seen my former bandmates. Every time I watch the news, I hear about new reported sightings of The Victors. These egocentric entities are still at large and will go to extreme lengths such as murder to have their music appreciated. If you are a music critic or a judge at a competition and you see these guys, I recommend that no matter how bad their performance is, you give them a good score. You'll live longer.  