They wander around aimlessly, a discord of sound and body. They move. Each one searching for the leader of this chaos. Wherever one goes, another follows. And another. And another. I should not be here, but I do not want to leave. They surround me, inches from my face without looking at me. Without seeing me. Without acknowledging me. I stand and wait, with my best smile. The one she said she loved that day we were at the beach. They will notice me. Ten. Fifty. One hundred. One thousand. One million. I feel the deepest loneliness in this discord of sound and body. Maybe if I turn around? Maybe someone behind me is trying to see me? I wave as my smile becomes a waning crescent of my former happiness. After one thousand pass me by, I wave my arms and get in front of those walking in front of me. Extending my arm and open hand. They push me away. Am I the source of this discord? Why do they now move in accord as one sound and body to push me to the ground? A multitude set against me and the music is the most beautiful anger. I should not be here, but I do not want to leave. They surround me, inches from my face without looking at me. Without seeing me. Without acknowledging me.