ひとりの夜もそばにいようぜ　君と僕の歌を歌う

"Hey... don't leave,"
The smile slightly faded from his face.
"What are you talking about?"
"I mean, I'll never have a moment like this with you again," she said at the music thumped on in the background, the momentum of the crowd carrying on.
He smiled brushing her concern aside.
"Don't be silly, we'll always have this..."
"Not always..."
It was the chorus again as the fans raised their hands in unison cheering with the beat of the song.
"Even so, lets us just have this.. This is what we have, and this is what we will never forget, right?"
At the moment the beat stops, a temporary pause in the frenzy of sounds. A moment of silence before the drowning beats of the chorus comes crashing into the crowd. The shadows and the contours of his face. She thought about the moments they had danced just like these, in the crowds before this, where the music brought them to that whatever destination that lay ahead. Towards and onwards beat on beat, hands raised, hips swaying, feet tapping, jumping onwards and onwards toward the final beat of the song.
"Yeah, I suppose that's true," she said and smiled.
In an instance a thousand raised hands cheered forward in a single solid beat, like a sea of hands and darkened faces bathed in red. This was what will be remembered. The solidarity of hands and people meshed as one, cheering in accord following the beat of a single drum, washed in redness against the blinding white lights of the stage.