I see him, sitting alone in front of the stage, the crazy spotlights sweeping over him periodically. He's half slouched in his chair, his eyes on the band as they play like wild men. In all of this chaos, he seems to be untouched by it; an island of calm in this sea of insanity. I want to walk up to him and touch him. I want him to notice me noticing him.
But he goes on sitting. Unknowing.
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