We each had to take one vial. Inside, a green liquid jiggled and an eerie light shone through.

“Do not drink until you are told,” a voice announced in a monotone.

Around us, four corners revealed four musicians, frozen and ready.

“You may drink now,” the same voice said.

I hesitated and looked at Kyle to see if he would drink neon green out of a test tube. We each tilted back the contents. A sweet, spicy, and intoxicating jolt of sour filled my head. I looked at the audience, doe-eyed, blinking. We peered over the banister. The show began.


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