Magic of Music
When Lyna plays for her fans the music comes to life. You can see it in their faces, as her voice flows through the audience, their eyes alight with awe as if they were shining stars, their hair practically floating, and a soft golden aura surrounding them in the warmth of her music.
Lyna loved playing music and adored her fans. It gave her strength in turn making them feel a sense of euphoria. She had always been happy, a bubble of joy in the world. Tonight she was not. For the first time in her life, she felt absolute dread, a pit of despair growing in her chest. She briefly considered canceling tonight’s show, but she decided against it thinking the show would be the only thing to heal her wounds.
Lyna took a deep breath and prepared to walk out on stage, the crowd screaming and jumping in excitement. She couldn’t help the small grin creeping up on her face, she loved being loved. She stepped from behind the curtain and the crowd erupted into chaos.
“LYNA, LYNA, LYNA!” They chanted her name and the faces of the crowd were a mix of tears and open-mouthed smiles of pure adrenaline.
She stepped up to the mic and adjusted her guitar to a comfortable position. “Hello, my loves.” Her voice oozed seduction.
The excited screams grew even louder, the venue practically shaking.
She strummed her guitar, closed her eyes began to sing letting out all of the darkness she felt inside of her. It flowed from her chest as a dark sapphire cloud, dispersing through the crowd. Instead of shining stars, their eyes were hollow and sinking into their skulls. The screams of excitement turned into screams of agony, by the time Lyna opened her eyes every fan in the crowd had begun to shrivel. She stopped singing in hopes they would return to normal, but it was too late. Soon they were all shriveled husks that had once been human, faces like stretched leather and empty eyes with mouths ossified mid-scream.
Lyna looked on in horror at what she had done with the darkness inside of her but realized almost immediately that dreadful feeling was gone. It was replaced by power, a power more intense than any she had felt before. Slowly her face of horror transformed into one of joyful malice.
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