Before The Night's Out

Walking in the pale, barely reaching us glow of moonlight, sounds could be heard bouncing off in all directions. What was this place? Soon, I found the answer to this didn’t need to be sought out. And, it wasn’t exactly an answer I wanted either - I discovered all too late as I found it hurling itself at me; faster than I could have ever imagined.

However, these sounds were one of a kind. Cutting through the clear, blue emptiness of the streets they rung out with even more impact. The clashing and twanging of a dozen other bands still shredding, thrashing and sweating their way into the night. Witnessing all this, along with their battered drum kits and amped-up strapped on beauties, it's easy to become immersed way over your head.

Where does it stop? But I found, there was no defined answer to that one.