"
Aaaand I feeeel like I… "
Jem’s voice trailed off as she realised the backing vocals no longer rung in her ears. The beat no longer echoed in her chest, the bright lights failed.
“What the f…” Jem thought to herself, auto-censoring her own monologue.
It wasn’t like the power had been cut, there were no shouts from the crowd, only perfect nothing surrounded her. Perhaps there was some pick-up. She reached out for the microphone to test her level but there was nothing there. Not even her arm, no weight, no impetus, only the impulse to move with no sensation.
This was weird.
“How do I get out of this goddamn limbo?” Jem though aloud, with no sound, barely even a thought.
“Five fucking seconds ago I was belting out another number to my legions of adoring fans and now… what? What the hell is this, even!” She screamed, the effort would normally have blurred her vision but she had none to blur.
Only the continuous eerie echoing of her thoughts, like some evanescent wash of churning light, trailing into infinity. Lost in the abyss.
“Help me outta here,” she tried to scream.
“What the hell do I have to do, huh!?”
