The world moved slightly back and forth as the music pumped hard into my ears. My bones shook with the bass, my soul shivered at the singers passion and lyrical eloquence. A hand shot up above the crowd to my right, pointing at the sky in a beautiful moment of shared pain and ideals. My eyes watered softly and I felt that maybe, just maybe, the world was going to end. As the singer leaned into his mike, sweat painting his forehead with shine, his voice straining to get out the words out that I could feel hurt him, my heart pounded and the feeling of doom increased so suddenly that I was forced to gasp for air.
People stood all around me, touching me, moving with the music. Their touch was painful, too comforting, too promising. Loneliness crept into my consciousness from all sides and corned me in the back of my head. My lips parted as I breathed in the air of awful pain and frustration. My mind weighed heavy with thought and I breathed out the past. My head lightened slightly as a ghost passed from me into the cool night. I felt the shadow of an old emotion flicker within me, biting at my heels with regret and remorse. The music lifted the emotion and spun it in poetry and sound before dropping it painfully back into my heart, where rekindled it stayed for a while.