Nu-metal doomsday

I have been called in to help with the security at a giant concert that is being held at an old school. The schoolyard and the area surrounding it has certain military feel to it; tall fences, low roofs, and those old, three-way speakers on every corner of the buildings.

At first there’s some sort of soundcheck going on, during which I just seem to wander about, not caring too much about keeping anything secure. The band’s singer is a young, pretentious little cipher, wearing some cool, (in)significant t-shirt, torn black jeans, and red suede shoes. He also wears glasses, real ones meant for reading, but the right spectacle is covered with the masthead logo from a newspaper, cut out and fixed to it with tape. Also, the mic he’s using has been put inside a bottle, which I’m certain is an idea he has stolen from a band that is cool for real. Also fixed to the bottle is some sort of rack to hold papers with lyrics printed on them. This guy is really lame.

The gig starts. The band is into some sort of nu-metal crap. I’m standing to the right of the stage, behind a fence, which makes no sense. I have no way of getting neither on stage or into the pit. I’m just standing next to the fence. I’m supposed to keep an eye on the building to my right as well, a building that obscures my line of vision to the crowd. I can only hear the noise from the audience.

On one occasion I walk into the building. It’s some sort of sanitary, all it’s got inside are showers and toilets and mirrors. I walk over to one mirror and just stare at myself in it. This repeats a few times; I walk into the building, pass the toilets, stare at myself in the mirror, walk into the building, pass the toilets, stare at myself in the mirror. I’m wearing a messy and dirty uniform. There’s been a leak somewhere, the floor is flooded with water, and I know I’m supposed to fix it, but I just don’t give a damn. I’ve got a terrible feeling inside, as if something horrible is about to happen.

I’m outside again, behind the fence, looking at the stupid band. The singer is jumping and screaming and being very cool, but suddenly he seems to forget the words. The lyrics for this number hasn’t been printed on his little piece of paper. The band continues for a bit, clumsily, and then stops. The singer freezes completely in an awkward pose. Everything is dead silent. No noise from the crowd, no buzzing from the speakers, nothing. I find it a bit amusing, although I still have a bad feeling inside. I gaze into the sky. A tall, impressive looking lamp post catches my attention, it seems to stretch all the way into the clouds. It emits a calm, bright light. The sky is grey, thick, heavy clouds gather above our heads, and then it starts raining. Still everything is quiet.

Out from behind the clouds giant spacecraft emerge. They move silently, clouds evaporate around them, and lightning strike. The spacecraft move at insane speed towards the ground, at the same time hardly moving at all. A lightning bolt strikes the hull of the closest craft, rebounds, and hits the tall lamp post. The lamp post starts falling, almost gracefully, to the ground. I am paralyzed, I cannot move, and as I look down on stage again, it catches fire and an awful, mind-boggling noise blasts into my ears…

And then I wake up.