Tear In My Heart |-/ Phan (COMPLETED)
The lights of the stadium dimmed and all that could be heard for a few moments was the roaring, chanting of the crowd.
"T...O...P...T...O...P...T...O...P" They repeated as if they were verbally beckoning them to their execution under the guillotine. Every night felt like it could be the last.
Dan took a deep breath against the wall and pulled his black ski mask over his head. It became a part of him, an identity.
The musical intro began and the lights began to flash. Red, white, black. Dan pushed himself off the wall and counted to ten. He heard the crowd scream, followed by a drum beat. This was his queue.
He blacked out all of his thoughts and walked out in front of the blinding lights. Screams erupted from the crowd; his mic lowered and Dan fell into character.
Trigger Warning: Mentions of mental disorders, depression, schizoaffective disorder, alcohol, violence, death
