When Followill sang "the walls came down" I'm not entirely sure my heart was there at all. I do know it was stunned, in stasis, encapsulated freeze- frame instance. I knew everyone in the room. They made mimic sounds, and swayed about. I was locked up. There was no way I was getting out that easily; the tears would have their time. Soaked western fabric along the length of my arm upon trying to stop them short. These flooded emerald windows yield rivers of January. Curtains down. Applause.