Eh, sure, why not?
Spoiler ShowThe drummer picked up his sticks and sat at his instrument. With a single swing, the empty room around him began to take shape.
Badum-tsh-tsh. Tsh. Tsh. Tsh. Tsh. Tsh. Tsh. Tsh. Ba-bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom. Ba-bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom. Patuh tch badabada boom badap-dap boobidibap boom. Bam bam, badum-dum tam tam. Tam tam tam. Badum-dum tam. Badoom bang boom.
A lounge, full of young people. Amber lights setting a melancholy mood. Smoke and over priced liquor as a small-time band played for the audience. A slow build, a steady beat, a jazzy tone that resonated with the very core of its sensitive, if pretentious audience. Quiet admiration, humble in their watching of the beats before them.
Ba-boom tchkitatchikitatchikitatchiktatchikitatchikitatchikita. Pishpishpishpish. Bopidibabop. Babop. Babop. Babababababop. Babop. Bombombom, bodibombom. Bodibombom. Bodibombom. Tam-ting tam-tin dun dun dun dun. Budubadun. Budubadun. Bash bop dash crash. Kash kash kash kash.
A riot in the streets. People running wild. Fire in the air. Smoke in the eyes. Chaos as all manner of matter goes flying. Echoes of explosions drowned out by explosions nearby. Shrapnel the shouts of men, women and children. All angry, an uproar over something they'd all forgotten. The beat in their hearts, a rage pent up, unleashed. Nothing but final cry, the last rush, before only ash would remain.
Top. Top. Top. Top. Boom bah duh doom. Boom bah duh doom. Dim, didee dom. Dim, didee dom. Tam bidee boom dop. Bidee boom dop. Bop. Tsh. Bop. Kling kling. Ting tin. Ta ta ta ta. Ta. Ta. Rapatatata. Rapatatata. Ta. Ta.
The rain pouring. People walking. A peace fills the air, if somber. Walking to and fro. From one place to the next. Footsteps splashing. Wind flapping the tails of their coats. Walking in unison, the rhythm of their city. The rhythm of their lives in this town. Safe. Secure. Unchanging. The kind of peace you hate when it's here, and long for when it's gone.
Bidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidbidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibidibi. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Boom. Bash bash bash bash bash bash bash bash bash bash bash. Crash....
The hearkening of what's to come. The unknown, making a fuss of its own arrival. Calling out to the people. Telling them to look. To wait with anticipation, with baited breath. The sound of something. Something they've never seen before. Something that could shake them to their very core. And the people amass, entranced by the sound. And wait. Fear and wonder in their hearts.
And the drum stops. The drummer stands and places his sticks on the snare. He walks out into the world and never looks back. The drummer finished his piece.