Through the Club Door

I followed the smudged purple venue address straight down the neon-lit avenue to a heavy basement door! Whoa—my jaw dropped wide open when a sudden blast of overdrive guitar shook the thick red curtain right through the open crack! I hopped onto an abandoned wooden stage crate tucked beside the brick entrance, perching on my toes. Peering past the velvet drape, I could see purple stage lights flashing against drum cymbals and a silver microphone stand glowing in the dark. I clamped both hands onto the crate edge, soaking in every booming kick of the bass!