Quoted from MapleSyrup:Jack drops the mic, which emits a short blast of feedback before going silent.
The stunned hush hangs in the air for what feels like minutes, though only seconds have passed.
Slowly at first, a lone pinball fan stands up, tears streaming down his cheeks... He begins to clap, lower lip quivering. He's tentatively joined by another, and another. The collective pride in the room swelling.
The applause builds, as more and more of the faithful rise, and applaud. The cacauphany roils to a fever pitch. People start to hoot and holler. They've transformed from a distant audience, disconnected and discontent... to a community, United in their love of marvellous machines, and those who build them. The excitement is contagious. It boils and builds.
Quietly, and unnoticed by the high-fiving, hugging masses in the room... The Op slips out the rear door, and snarls to himself... Unnoticed, and alone.
End scene.
I'll say one thing . . . you are a hell of a writer! Excellent composition skills.
Mike