The studio is full of sweaty, anxious bodies. We sway as one, shoving left, swirling right. Everything a blur, a breathtaking thrill ride. My heart speeds up, I shove the guy in front of me, grinning maniacally. There's no malice in this action, just a simple competitive motion calling to him "come and get me, if you can, I wanna feel the blood pulsing in your veins". The guitar solo comes and all of us are one again, an aura of bliss, the haughty mixture of adrenaline and escape of the real world. I can feel the drum beats resounding in my chest. I scream out "Fuck yeah" knowing well enough that to the rest of the world, I've said nothing. A guy grabs me by my hair behind me and I kick him in the knee, he releases mirroring the same blood lust that pumps through me. I box him about the ears and he hits me in mine. I feel the world grow a little fuzzy but the monster in me, summoned by this rash quick music refuses to give up and I tackle him, hitting him as I go. When I stand the guys around me give me a nod of approval and we are back as one again, swaying and swirling with the rush of the singer's "chewing on glass" voice. I want to be violent, I want to fight, I want to release the rage that he is summoning from me. Soon my heart is racing and the red haze is back. The monster inside is clawing at me, begging me for blood. Everyone around me is looking back at me with the same menacing smirk. We begin to move in a circle. "Careful not to fall, if you fall you're fucked, little girl." shouts the guy I mauled earlier. I nod and laugh hysterically, he's right. This is a blood bath, don't fall little girl, you're fucked it you do. As the music races on and the singer spits water all over us, we scream back at him, as if enraged by the touch of it on our skin, but he understands we scream just because we can and he does it again. The music pauses and he shouts, "Thank you!" and the lights come on. All of us in the pit begin to feel euphoric and giddy from the pulse of our haven. Wrapping arms around stranger's shoulders, we all walk out singing songs of rebellion, knowing that tomorrow this will all be a dream. So soak it up kid, cause death metal is forever, but sometimes you gotta come back to the real world. The guy I mauled comes over,tells me his name, and I nod, telling him mine. We give meaningless talk knowing we'll never think to talk again but a bond has formed. When the car comes and its time to go, my friends and I laugh about the huge guys we took down and how the guitar was awesome but the drummer or the singer or the bassist could've been better. The guitarist is always our favorite, unless he really is shit for brains. The next day, I keep a peaceful smile on my face, the beast has been satisfied. Until next time, death metal subsides.
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