He begins to sing and everyone presses forward; I'm left leaning alone against the wall by trash bins filled with empty cans of overpriced beer.  I don't dare look at anyone's face.  It feels sacred and holy and no one makes a sound.  I have no right to see their tears, no right to attribute some meaning to them.  We stand silent and are moved all at once.  In some run down scene with no seats and no windows and no one breathes because it might shift what is building within that building; I rest for three songs.