FANS’ SEAT SR Fiction : Philosophy His face radiated more light then all led bulbs together in ceiling of the marvelous expensive gigantic seminar hall. His slim, five foot six inch, fair face, spike hair styled personality had hypnotized the entire young student audience with its charisma. Teens clapped harder, more than their palm allowed. They cheered, shouted, applauded and even whistled on each and every heroic dialog this youth icon said. Effective body language, sudden body turns, jerks and a preplanned emotional high-low pitch voice control. A toffee of feelings and passion wrapped with dreams were triggered through his words. Kids enjoyed, desired their own. “So finally coming to the conclusion, summing up” he said, bringing his stretched arms to center, combining. A sway of disappointment ran throughout the crowd of thousands. A pin drop silence was achieved, eyes with passionate dreams stopped blinking, girls held their breathes, and all blank minds ...