Post by Padre Romero on Jun 20, 2007 22:22:52 GMT -5
In a booth in the dreary depths of the building, a man hears the music boom throughout the theater, it's polyphonic patterns slowly reaching out, drawing every zombie in earshot towards the classical melody...
He adjusts the sound levels, to allow for maximum reverbaration off the less-than-acoustically-sound walls of the theater, and allows his hand to hover over a bright yellow button on his ramshackle sound machine....
The fingers on his other hand are crossed tightly.
He adjusts the sound levels, to allow for maximum reverbaration off the less-than-acoustically-sound walls of the theater, and allows his hand to hover over a bright yellow button on his ramshackle sound machine....
The fingers on his other hand are crossed tightly.