Contrasting my life.

The luxuriously lavish hall was complimented by an equally opulent crowd, the atmosphere flowing with formal and properly pronounced language, accented with sharp, piercing outbursts of ugly laughter and pompous remarks. The audience had risen from their seats, fingers clutching half empty glasses of wine, and as the half hour break in the performance proceeded, socialites gathered to gossip.
The wide stage was hidden behind luscious red velvet curtains, and the walls and ceiling were delicately carved and painted with soft coloured murals of angels. Dizzyingly strong scents of expensive perfumes and cigars bloomed from women and men’s elaborate clothing, as did wine and chocolate explode from each of their mouths as they carelessly babbled.
Talk time was over. The throng slowly took their seats once more as the curtains pulled back to unleash a booming voice erupting from a short, red-faced chubby man wearing ornate clothing - a gold and red waistcoat on top of a white frilly shirt, and smart black trousers. The crowd silently nodded in approval occasionally throughout the duration of this man’s well-respected and thunderous performance.

The hall was full of smoke produced by smoke machines surrounding the stage. Rainbow lights that flashed around wildly reflected the crowd’s collective energy as they bounced and sweated like a sea before the stage. The deafening scratchy sound system flaunted the band’s grungy, unruly music that was accented by the screeches coming out of teenage girls reaching towards their Gods.
Drunken brawls broke out and people stumbled about after taking too many drugs that dispersed quickly from dealers. The stuffy air was filled with scents of cheap cigarettes and strong alcohol.
Chaos erupted as the deafening wailing of sirens surrounded the location, and the crowd spilled out onto the streets as the band still violently performed in protest.