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February 2, 2011
a wooden chair sitting on the middle of the stage, occupying a small space in an otherwise relatively empty bar.
breathing life into the darkness, a man with a thin frame mossies his way to the stage
scattering the motes, sending them to the corners of the room
where some drunk guests blankly blink at him staring at them from the middle of the stage, creaking that wooden chair.  
a random cough from the left and right fill the room while the player sets up the stage,
and in a low bass that strikes the floor he bellows out.