Ari truly felt like he was in h*ll, and even if his current surroundings were far from the typical description, with a little bit of imagination, he was sure it would fit.
The large studio with numerous bright lights pointed at a flat triangular stage was clearly the pit of flames and fire, and he was the prisoner roasting under the bright lights.
The stage was filled with 100 boys wearing matching grey school uniforms, dancing and singing passionately to a bright, cheerful pop song as the innermost triangular stage rose straight into the air, lifting 15 boys closer to the ceiling of light, while expensive RED cameras captured their every movement.
The second innermost triangle stage, along with two smaller parallel stages, which contained a total of 60 boys, rose up as well, lifting the performing boys to a medium height as their bright voices overlayed the cheerful song that hid their despair.
