The noise coming from the band had begun to pulse irregularly. As they 
talked, the pulses gathered themselves into beats and became steadier. Miranda 
turned around to look at the people on the dance floor. They were all standing 
around with faraway looks on their faces, concentrating on something. Their 
dragonfly pins were flashing wildly now, joining in a coherent pulse of pure 
white on each beat. Miranda realized that the pins were somehow patched into 
the wearers' nervous systems and that they were talking to each other, creating 
the music collectively. A guitarist began to weave an improvised melodic line 
through the gradually coalescing pattern of sound, and the sound condensed 
around it as all of the dancers heard the tune. They had a feedback loop going. 
A young woman began to chant out some kind of tuneless rap that sounded 
improvised. As she went on, she broke into melody. The music was still weird 
and formless,
but it was beginning to approach something you might hear on a professional 
recording.