A bass rhythm echoed through every structure around her. The music seemed deafeningly loud and the crowd was huge. She tried to find open spaces to walk so as to keep moving toward where she was to go. The press of bodies felt as if they were a living wall. Her shoulders became sore with the constant bumping and nudging. She knew she was moving against the flow. Occasionally she could hear derision and ridicule from those who didn’t understand why she was walking in the opposite direction. Determination set her face like flint, cutting through the sea of people. While the loud beat of the world sounded all around her, she could still hear a quiet voice drawing her into the concert for eternity. With each step she knew she was getting closer to the real song.