I was out dancing at a goth club last night when a light fixture fell. It shattered and splattered and scattered, and there was someglass all over, so bouncers moved people off the floor for a few minutes so they could sweep it up. The lights went up and the music went down.
Just as they were starting to be finished ewith that one, another fixture fell, nearly crushing my head - I barely moved out of the way because someone else saw it and screamed.
They started toward that one when a third one went down. Then a fourth. Finally the whole grid collapsed. Glass and metal everywhere! Screams! Stereo equipment falling! Static coming from all over. The decorations collapsing!
Everyone was a little startled by that, but we really got scared when all the glass and metal and plastic started to move of its own accord. Some people peered over to check out what was happening, the staff tried to get people out of the club, and the general mood was an inquisitive panic.
Evenetually, the pieces writhed toward one another, and lumped on top of each other into a ten foot pile blocking the main exit. Out of light racks and stereo equipment, it turned and crusted over to form a gaunt humanoid form, with some sort of strange skull face, grim and bestial.
HOW DARE YOU DANCE AND CELEBRATE, came out from the speakers at the junk-man's neck, YOU HAVE NOTHING TO CELEBRATE
Some people tried to respond, because, well, they're all hams and they saw it in the movies.
SILENCE. IF YOU'RE DOING NOTHING WITH YOUR LIFE, YOU HAVE NO CALLING TO DANCE. THE DANCE IS FOR AFTER THE HARVEST, OR FOR BIRTHS AND DEATHS. THE DANCE IS TO EXPRESS WHAT COMES NATURALLY FROM LIVING. BUT YOU ALL, YOU DANCE INSTEAD OF HARVESTING.
I was sort of toward the front, because, well, I'm a ham. A skeletal claw, made from microphone stands and candles and broken record shards, reached toward me. YOU. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE, TO EARN THE RIGHT TO DANCE.
I mumbled something about a novel or business school or something, but the speakers interrupted me. YOU MAY GO.
It stepped aside to let me out, hands blocking others. I ran up the stairs and ran away. I heard the speakers saying more as I got out, but I don't know yet what happened. Did anyone else survive?