The crowd gasped the moment Rayen opened his mouth to sing. Their minds seemed to lag for a second, unable to process the ever changing performance before them.
Before they could even report to the police of their ears getting violated, the music suddenly changed again.
"It's hard standing in front of you
One time, the gun is in your holster,
One time, it's in my forehead."
Rayen's calm and precise notes reached the ears of the listeners, as if healing them from the previous torment.
Everyone on stage started to move, aiming their hand guns on each other.
Snap! Snap!
The atmosphere, which seemed like something wrong was swirling in the air, suddenly exploded. The simultaneous snapping of their fingers initiated the fight that broke. Invisible bullets rained on stage.
Liam rolled on the floor to "evade" the imaginary bullets, changing position with Rayen at the center. Then, he started to rap with his low voice.
"It's getting a bit tiring.
Rising, descending.
