This short story is about having conflicting thoughts with yourself. I hope it's a funny read!
"The heat of the lights is causing precipitation to bubble to my skins surface. The force of the beet throbs along the floor from the speakers. It vibrates up my legs causing them to tremble aside from my nerves. As I open my eyes I start to embrace the sound and as I take in the crowd before me, I catch my link and burst into my track¦.
My head rests heavy on the back of the chair while I type. Touch typing means I can put my head back and close my eyes while I continue to document the pains and feeling flowing through me.