Bounce.

The room was packed out, the walls cracking with the intense atmosphere, seams splitting and wounds opening. Shirts were drenched, faces pale and legs weak. The bass was pounding, altering the air’s particle, making it difficult to breathe. Josh shut his eyes, letting his body relax in to the crush of people moving in time to the beat. His face was sticky, his whole body dripping with sweat. His mouth was dry so he rewarded it with desperate gulps of the warm beer. Screams coming from the band made his jaw clench with passive emotion, teeth aching with the force in which he bit down. He felt like he was disappearing, everyone around him was disappearing; facial features blurred together, arms and legs interlocked, smudged away almost. He held out his arms but his hands had gone. The pit of bodies had joined together, forming a large bouncing molecule. He could finally disappear.