Des Twain gazed at himself in the mirror and grinned. He had to admit, however gloomy the circumstances of his being here were, the capitol was fun. With the lights on the effect was lost but he knew that with the lights off he knew that his costume would look awesome. He wore all black, but on it were the intricate shapes of a skeleton that glowed in the dark. Des flipped his mask down to see what it looked like. It sat comfortably on his muzzle and a small hidden strap secured it. It was a glow in the dark skull. He flipped it back up as a stylist fussed with his hair and attached a mike. Des snatched his flute off the table right before they hurried him out to his train car. The idea of riding on a train for a parade was exhilarating and he could feel his heart flutter. He grinded feeling the rush of cool moist air, his eyes immediately drawn to his illuminating car. It was painted a shimmering black, and on it was a detailed forest scene. Tall trees painted in blue glow in the dark, were framed by delicate shrubbery and a variety of animals. “Awesome,” He murmured as he climbed onto the car. He could barely see anything except for the lights from other cars, there was thick fog shrouding the area. Des just hoped the capital cats would be able to see and hear him. The train jerked and started to move. Des whooped excitedly, the sound surprising him as it resounded from his car’s speakers. “Alright capitol!” He shouted, “I hope y'all can hear me, because if you can you’re in for a treat!” He inhaled preparing himself and remembering the song he was about to play. Pulling the flute to his lips he exhaled, breathing a clear, chrisp, and long note. It rang out as he mentaly pushed the sounds of the spectators away. It was just him and the music. His fingers flicked up and down the keys slowly but surely. He was used to playing faster pieces, but he’d practiced this one endlessly. A hauntingly beautiful melody spilled out from his flute, vibrating out of the speakers and into the foggy night. He smiled, continuing to weave his spooky song, the blue light from the car framing his figure. Time slipped away and Des wasn’t exactly sure how long it had been, but slowly the piece became quieter. His fingers moved slower and his breath became softer. One last note rang through the air as he finished the song. He sighed and grinned widely, taking a dramatic bow even though he wasn’t sure if anyone could see him. “Thank you!” He cried, “I hope you enjoyed my song.” Des laughed, the sound coming over the speakers as he waved wildly. He flipped his glow mask on, his smile just visible beneath it. He spent the rest of the parade shouting, waving and playing the occasional short tune of his flute. When the parade was over he was breathless and tired. Surprised too. Des had had a better time than he’d expected he would. Especially considering the gloomy circumstances of his being here. END
I made paragraphs after I wrote this so the paragraphing might be a little funky The parade concept was super cool- train!