Suddenly there was music. T-shirt wearers everywhere felt a vibe previously unknown to them before. It was loose , yet incredibly real. Real like it had never been before. A brief moment within a distant present. The crowd was still. Unnervingly still. Through the expanse of the empty theatre a sound heralded the coming of something that which can only be explained as that which can not be explained. Mr. Magic Hands Man remained reticent. He gently fingered the keys of an instrument he had once known intimately. "I will own you my friend. I will own you as you deserve to be owned" he whispered towards the oncoming storm. A skylark spun in unison with a partner entranced by the subterranean moonlight. A silence followed the next silence.
About my design
A wolf howled in the distance.