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Submitted: January 31, 2015

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The sound of Charlie. Microphone in the middle of a living room. Is it a karaoke?, no it is a concert. Now the three have a great opportunity to prove one's talent. Recording machine is on. The script is on the screen. "Ughh" One sound. Volume is on max level. The entire block will wake up. The morning singing exercise. All eleven apartments took out microphones. Sound is x eleven times. Charlie was the loudest. The housekeeprs came to the living room. Dancing like in a choir. Waving their hands. "Alleluja" the crowd was singing. Volume was above tolerance level. Another block started karaoke show. Almost twenty more buildings joined the show in a couple of minutes. Sing at the top of one's lungs is not enough. "We need more speakers" One shouted. Five in living room is not enough."Let's bring from the outside" One said. The closest music store is uptown on the thirty-fourth street. For extra equipment I paid 1,200$ but the loud was supposed to break all the windows in this cozy apartment. Everything got connected and we could have started the show. Charlie the rockman. Songs about his hard past time. When he was locked in jail and time he spent on the street. The neighbors brought extra speakers. The music store sold the highest number of speakers ever. Delivery company had to hire twenty more people because of tiredness. The building might get a crack on a wall. Another bass and party is on. There was a phone call from mayor if this show needs a large theater. It was enough at this time. But people anyway went to the theater and the city was inside of a sound ball. There were more cracks on windows than ever before. The sound from above was coming from all the roofs in the city. Stores, restaurants and main halls joined sound party. Charlie got headache but it was not the most important. He had his pain pills. One started yelling to the microphone. Cars were coming through the apartment's elevator. More sound, more bass and song's words. The record machine showed 3:43 , the song is over, the crack on the ceiling is not important. It collapsed. An extra sound, the other wall collapsed. Now all speakers on. Non apartment went through this without a crack. The speaker in each room and the wall of speakers in the living room created the soundthounders. There are many things around the place that are burnt. But, music was still coming out of this place. There is a fine ticket outside the door. Almost, four million apartments times hundred dollars. 


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