Navene, despite his usual fear of crowds, made his way through the crowd of the main floor general admision. Once he was against the center of the stage, he held his place. The curtins rustled and the crowd quited. After a few moments, the curtins pulled back and the band began to play. The music screaming of industrial metal, techno, sythetic drums, and amazing vocals. Nine Inch Nails, one of Navene's favorite bands, thundered on.

"You let me violate you.
You let me desicrate you.
You let me penetrate you.
You let me complicate you."

Trent Reznor sang from the stage. The crowd yelled, and started to dance, mosh, and such. Navene, despite his incredibly shy nature, got lost in the music. He danced in a strange, yet attractive way that was slightly feminine. Most guys couldn't have pulled it off, but at the moment he wasn't thinking of anything but the music.

[/I]"Help me, I've torn out my insides.
Help me, it's your sex I can smell.
Help me, you make me perfect.
Help me think I'm sombody else . . ."

THe music played on.