Only the beat goes on. At the precise moment, we rejoin. Five voices not competing, but creamily complementing each other and the singers . Every ounce of emotion is infused, every bit of soul summoned forth, invested in the melody. We lose ourselves, riding out the funky reggae rap rock wave.
Voices face, guitars blast one last reverberation.
Drew shuts it off before the next song begins. We sit back in silence, spent. The horns of trailing cars interrupt our basking. Drew looks up. The light is green.