Music blows me away. Towers of noise shake my cells. I look to my right. He’s a blur, shaking with sound. The chick beyond him. The old guy past her. They all shake.
My hand wavers. I look to the stage. The band plays double, triple. Guitar strings glow neon waves. The crowd screams. More! No more! More! It’s painful bliss.
A man several rows down vibrates into dust, yet the crowd roars. There goes another. Am I the only one who notices?
The band crescendos. Fog swirls, but it’s not fog. It’s a crowd cloud. Half the people are dust puffs.
I cheer the band. Musical acid-trip genius. Special effects bazaar. When the concert’s over, everyone will be safe. I enjoy the show.
The music ends to deafening applause. My ears buzz, but I’m happy. I wait for the fog to clear with the final chord.
The lights come up. I am alone.
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