I was spellbound. I stood, immersing myself in close, tight spaces with a watered-down drink in one hand. The room was imbued with otherworldly energy, like stark beams of light spawning from four walls and zigzagging around each other. It was indubitably dark, but the spotlight on stage reflected a lambent glow on my clear plastic cup. I caught myself, amid my mental affairs, pouring my attention into him so much so that the room grew eerily silent. The muffled sound of my heart racing, breath orbiting, replaced these extrinsic qualities. His voice, guttural and heart-twisting, held the room. His…