As the pounding of the music continues, my body flows with the pulse. Each tempo lifts me higher, and each new beat brings me down. Like the ocean, my body moves, flows and shifts. Until the lights come on, and a new performance begins. The cruel puppet master throws his strings onto my skin, and my flesh tears open to allow the strings to meld to my bones. As my skin closes, my screams echo through the auditorium, and I am forced to dance to a new tune. As my body unwillingly conforms to the puppet master's string, my mind is still free, and just as wild as the electronic music once playing. And that gives me hope, even as my sanity fades, I find myself in the pulse of the music, and the strings begin to burn, and my body moves to the now twisting, vibrating beat that calls on my animal side, and the strings now fall across the stage, and the lights now color the world in hues of red, blue and green. My body and mind now surge, flowing in the beat of the electro. No one can control me. Not even him...