The explosions cracked above and vibrated the ground. Light filled the darkly bruised sky and showered down like leaves. It was our job to keep them coming, to wow the crowd with layered patterns and color.
Adam prepped the explosives; my team lit them and sent them heavenward, standing back to admire his vision just as much as the crowd.
Like a symphony, we dazed them with intricate melodies of light and soul-pounding percussion. And while Adam mesmerized them, their necks craned, eyes dazzled, mouths agape in appreciative “oohs” and “aahs,” we shocked them back to the awareness of their bodies, pulsing the ground with pounding booms.
I wondered how many women, sitting on the grass nearby, appreciated our handiwork rumbling beneath their backsides pressed against the earth.
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