Dance Party

[Aiden Finnegan]

                The lights on the stage dimmed and Aiden wove Water with Air, creating a thick fog that rose from beneath his feet. It thickened and billowed, cloaking the stage and its performers in a blanket of white. The tone of the music shifted to that of something more hippy-ish and psychedelic. Although the audience could not see him, Aiden sang out into the microphone, shifting his tone to match the band, “One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small; and the ones that mother gives you, don’t do anything at all.”

                Aiden split the flows and began Weaving a more complex flow, incorporating the other Powers. Illusion. The Weave was laid upon Aiden and the rest of the band. Amidst the camouflage of the mist, their clothing shifted from 1980’s punk to 1960’s Woodstock.

                “Go ask Alice, when she’s ten feet tall,” Aiden sang as he tied off the Illusion weave and began to lower the fog that blanketed the stage.

                “And if you go chasing rabbits, and you know you’re going to fall… Tell ‘em a hookah-smoking caterpillar has given you the call. And call Alice, when she was just small.”

                The wolves came out onto the stage once more and started circling around each of the band members. Every other wolf would give a small leap as they ran circles. The mist fully dissipated and Aiden let go of the Weave. He wove the Illusion weave once more. Giant mushrooms began to seemingly inflate up from the ground; they were cheap looking enough to be explained away as fabric balloons or something of the sort.

                “When the men on the chessboard get up and tell you where to go, And you’ve just had some kind of mushroom, and your mind is moving low. Go ask Alice, I think she’ll know.”

                The mushrooms swelled until they were taller than the band and Aiden tied off the weave, letting their ethereal forms sway to the music, if only slightly. The band swelled as the song seemed to grow serious. Aiden’s voice shifted to vibrato and the lights of the club went dark, flashing shades of green and purple and orange.

                “When logic and proportion have fallen sloppy dead! And the white knight is talking backward and the red queen’s off with her head! Remember what the door mouse said! Feed your head! Feed your head!”