Phone Booth Romance.

Lights flash and fake smoke billows from the stage. Our audience is a wailing, flailing mass of arms, smash dancing bodies and pure, relentless energy.
We are Phone Booth Romance. We fill to bursting the shitty halls and youth centers from one side of the city to the other with the volatile, beautiful tattooed and pierced youth that is our cult following. The song lurches to a halt with a single sustained guitar note ringing out and a low growl crawling out of my mouth and into the mic, the crowd throws us a burst of it’s own noise in return. scream fills your body with such a rush you cannot possibly understand it unless you have been there, using your diaphragm to force all the air out of your chest, bouncing it off the roof of your mouth. If you try and scream with your vocal chords you’ll be talking like a smoker before you’re twenty five.

“Okay we’re going to bring it down for a sec guys so you can all calm down, we don’t want a repeat of the Onyx lounge, they still aren’t talking to us. Just out of curiosity who went to that?” The crowd chuckles most of them raise hands. Our last show at the onyx lounge had turned to bedlam a dozen ambulances had come and gone over the course of an hour long show. “I guess you guys are responsible for that mayhem, so we’re going to bring it down a notch.” I nod at our lead guitarist, Matt. His brown eyes sparkle Fey for a second, totally gone to the concert rush. He nods, the drums start and he begins to play.
“This one is a Day To Remember cover, hope you guys dig it.” the lyrics start and the song flies past like they always do.

There is something huge coming for the word, you can feel it in the air most days, especially at sunset and when it rains, a pressure on some dormant part of your mind, already preternatural squadrons all over the world are having double the amount of incidents usually recorded, more humans are being born with active preternatural mutations or having dormant mutations become active, there are flick dancers and fey blooded humans all through our crowd, Matt our lead guitarist is almost pure Fey, our drummer, Doug is were, our bassist is a Warlock And I’m A Flick Dancer and Pyrokinetic. We can put on one hell of a stage show. I will always remember tonight when the sky ripped open and everything that we knew was turned on its head.

Phone Booth Romance.

A boy called Star

Melbourne, Australia

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