What Time Is It Now?

The strobe lights swivel towards the stage and solid beams of light round the platform creating opaque rays of blues, reds, and greens, crossing over in a mirage of color splashes creating the illusion of mystery and suspense. A mist of white and gray smoke swirls around their feet as seven heart beat as one, the curtain of fog is heavy and it stings in his nose, but Jay Park takes in a sharp breath nonetheless. With his heart pounding in his ears and bouncing in his ribcage, he looks each member in the eye and nods at them one by one. He reassures them this is their time. This is their year.

He could hear the fans screaming from where they stood backstage. Jay closes his eyes and he sees them in their seats waving banners of different colors and designs, placards bearing names of their members, declarations of love and adoration all in the air. He could sense them all waiting in anticipation, all breaths caught in their chests waiting for their idols to take the stage.

Jay opens his eyes and takes a deep, long breath, and with a nod heavy with finality, he gives the cue and the heavy string and synth beats blare from the speakers and assault his ears. They all take a step forward heavy with purpose, the weight of all their desires on their shoulders, the pressure to succeed clamping down on them until they can't breathe.