Bill MacKenty

That musical thing

The flow, once entered, is a delightful space; a trance-like transcendence...

Jaxon's finger hammered lightly and quickly on the drum. His eyes were closed, and he seemed consumed entirely by the music he was playing. A slight smile. The bassist was strumming, the pianist was finding the right note at the right time, and the crowd was with them. Maybe the darkness, perhaps the small space, but at a point during the show, a discernible "togtherness" happened. Jaxon lifted his head up. The cadence of the music flowed, started to become softer and then ended.

Jaxon exhaled softly, the stress his shoulders visibly relaxing, and focused on the crowd. All of them were on their feet applauding and gesturing in appreciation of the music. His band mates all seemed to be coming out from the act of creation and appreciating the appreciation. The lights slowly became brighter.

After some time, Jaxon stood up, waved to the crowd and waled off the stage. He took a glass of water and broke into a laugh "ok, THAT was fine creation, mates!", his fellow band members laughed and nodded in agreement "a fine set" said Silian, matter of factly. A few minutes later some eager members of the audience insisted on continuing their gratitude for an incredible live show.