Since then, the audience has been cheering: a sea of people, who have begun to sweat to welcome the arrival of their idol. The person they had been waiting for was there, in the center of the stage.
He stood there with long golden hair and a large robe. The hem of the robe dangled but not caused by the wind, but by the screams of the fans, a chant that had given birth to an immense mana power.
An invisible force turned into a magnetic wave. Like a roll of mat that is creeping up, and slowly heading to the stage. It was an unstoppable surge of enthusiasm.
The audience kept chanting his name. While their idol seemed to be so deep in his role by standing there, silently holding the handlebars of his guitar tightly.
Because he was only wearing a robe with a bare chest, one could see how his chest was rising and falling. A tribal tattoo also sticking out from under the slit of his robe.
A moment later, he gave the signal to turn up the volume of the main speaker. The officer gave an O sign with his index and thumb indicating he understood the order.
A feedback sound flashed across, indicating that the main speaker volume had been turned up.
"Shhh, shut up. He will play it," exclaimed one of the audience.
Yes, the feedback is also a sign that the audience must be quiet, because the thing they have been waiting for will soon arrive.
Suddenly the atmosphere was really quiet. It was as if the place was a wide meadow, where the wind was blowing low, making the stretch of weeds undulating, all the way to the end.
Then, everything seemed to spin, then soared into the air, towards the sky wall. In slow motion, people began to float and stop in mid-air, before sliding down, realizing that they had been standing where they had been, in the center of the stadium and had just been hallucinating.
However, that was only the first strum from the guitarist, who was playing on stage. They must be prepared to receive the second wave of strumming.
The result of the tone plucked by the virtuoso slowly spread to the ears of the audience. Again the same thing happened.
At first the person who hears the chanting of the melody will feel as if he is being possessed by an incomparable sense of calm. The serenity that breaks down all the problems that are weighing on their lives.
Then, the feeling diminished, then turned into a small dot that began to perch in the middle of their forehead. Then it stuck there and then became a bubble that slowly grew bigger.
The bubble suddenly exploded.
The explosion will take them through a dimensional spectrum of a thousand colors, then fall in a place where the floor is like a cloud. They seemed to be being pulled into the sky.
They could see the stage where the idol was playing the melody. Just then, the musical notes that came from the stage flew towards them.
As if popping out barrageously from the guitar strings of the idol. It started with a small shape and then got bigger and bigger as they got closer to their faces.
The musical notes hit their faces one by one. The faces of these people seemed to be punched without pause and blindly, so that they lost control and fell and fell freely down.
"What is this???" one of them screamed in terror.
Everything feels like in the real world. They could feel the wind hitting their faces, as they shot down like a missile about to hit the earth.
"Are we going to die!" someone shouted.
When the distance between them and the ground was only one centimeter, suddenly everything turned white and misty. People were confused, and looked around each other. The fog seemed to be filled with the hustle and bustle of a sea of people.
But slowly the fog slowly faded, and it became more and more clear that they were currently where they were, namely in front of the concert stage, while the idol stood just looking down in respect, after finishing the final guitar slash of the song.
The audience cheered at the same time. Their voices filled the stadium, accompanying the idol who was now turning backstage, because the concert had just ended.
