“Five!”

 Joyous cheers filled the thin air, knocking out the cold breeze that always surrounded the whole city.

“Four!”

 Moist lips began to touch the mouthpiece, allowing their warm breath to produce a buzzing sound that enlivened the crowd.

“Three!”

 Naughty thumbs rested on a sparkwheel, couldn't wait to roll the wire as the fire flowers were ready to be skyrocketed into the dark sky.

“Two!”

 Grips tightened, bodies pressed. Two pairs of shining irises gazed into each other as beautiful smiles beamed on the lips, waiting for a sweet and everlasting ritual like a wish upon a star.

“One!”

 Everything turned black.