I see her, sitting alone in front of the stage, the crazy spotlights sweeping over her periodically. She's half slouched in her chair, her eyes on the band as they play like wild men. In all of this chaos, she seems to be untouched by it; an island of calm in this sea of insanity.

I want to walk up to her and touch her. I want her to notice me noticing her.

But she goes on sitting. Unknowing.