He was lost in the music.
Head bowed and swinging side to side, the drumsticks were extensions of his arms, beating out a rhythm that drove the undulations of the crowd.
She felt lost.
Even though she sat still past the point of being uncomfortable, her mind ran into wall after wall, thoughts bouncing off and stumbling into the next barrier until, in a blind panic, they screamed inside her head.
All seemed lost.
Huddled as they were in the building's basement storage, the sounds from the streets was finally too distant to hear. One of the women, the only one still clutching a child who seemed to be younger than ten, started to cry. Nobody hushed her.
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