Oddly, from your exhaustion from putting this show together, you don't sweat the 10 shot by the crazed gunman, you feel for the crew that sweated blood for two days with no show. Your city is on. Music starts, and Jim starts setting off the fireworks. You have a strange angle. You can't see what others see - your view is special.
Nothing rises and falls.
They all move, explode, and go out. You can't tell up from down - everything is out. You watch, transfixed, for many minutes. You look around. Fire truck running around.