I believe there are two kinds of instances in life that make our heart feel as though it will leap out through our mouth dragging our lungs along with it: anxiety attacks and profoundly poignant music. For a change, it was the latter I experienced that night at Sala. I could barely see the band, but it didn’t matter. I closed my eyes, letting myself be engulfed by the heat and the music. It was as though I was listening to a full fledged orchestra. And no alcohol was needed to send hot flashes deep in my chest. I remember at one point, it was as though all the instruments had fused themselves into one, one wall of sound, one grand note, one moment where time stood still for as long as that note dragged on.
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