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Walking in through the door, from the glowing grey parking lot into a cavernous space, larger than it seemed from the doorway, a different kind of darkness took hold. Cigarette machines, local alternative papers and gumball machines flanked the stickered doors. A low roar dissected itself into a panoply of distinct sounds, the clamor of argumentative patrons enjoying their early drunk, the crack and howl of sporting events, the clatter of glasses, the thump of a dart, a hint of subdued music and the chatter of tables and chairs pushed and pulled across a concrete foundation.
The song swam by fast, pounding, tense and clipped. Bam a lam. The crowd fell into my senses, throbbing and shouting in and despite the music. With a short bow, I left the stage in a daze. “Are you Tess’ father?” a woman asked as I passed. In those days, in that neighborhood, I was known more for my extroverted daughter than as myself. I smiled and affirmed the woman’s identification. “I knew it,” she shouted through the noise, nodding and reaching over to impress upon her companions the out-of-context recognition.
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Her eyes looked into me, connected in a glance, understanding mutually transcending mere thought. I nodded involuntarily, accepting her interest and vision. We took on the night bound together by an intricate web of shared experience. The music entwined us.
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