Oh Demise 3

Oh Demise
3

I noticed some of the people looked as though they were organizing something among themselves. I spotted bearded men, tattooed women, gypsies of every size and manner carrying amps, speakers and instruments. They gravitated towards the center of the marquee. More people kept flowing in. It was stuffy as all hell and patrons began stripping off, the desert heat personified, it was almost unbearable.
I turned back to the old man but he was gone, nothing but a tiny dark skinned Asian man in place of him.
The Asian man rose his tall glass of wine to me and smiled an unnaturally wide grin before sinking the glass.  I sipped my ebony ale, it was a mile and a half too heavy. I tried to get the attention of the barkeep but I couldn’t seem to communicate with him. I wanted to ask if he had any cold beer back there but the crowd around him was overwhelming. I gave up, frustrated and sipped my ebony ale once more. I turned to Asian man, who had not taken his eyes off me.
“I need a cold beer!” I yelled. He just smiled.
The sound of the amps buzzed and cracked. A white guitar was surfing through the crowd that encircled the impromptu jam, being passed into eager fingers awaiting.
Such fingers belonged to a godman-like figure.  His face was covered by black dreadlocks, as he started to play the band followed hypnotically.

Fingertips and drumsticks    
Hitting all the right notes
Licks and pounding skins    
With minds of their own

Helpless players could all but look on as they created the most beautiful music. They couldn’t control what they were doing but assumed that subconsciously they had always possessed such hidden talents.  
The godman-like figure tossed the dreadlocks away from his face revealing a golden set of teeth, beaming wide.
The people cheered and danced to the infectious sound. Some in the crowd heard jazz others heard heavy metal. He was playing all kinds of music, music is the same and can be fused and projected aesthetically flawless. It all seemed so simple. The people danced grinding up against one another removing more and more clothing. The heat was unbearable at this stage though they all bore it without question.
I looked over to the Asian man who was now naked, still staring at me now quite lustfully. I bolted towards the exit, slipping through the sweaty crowd. It seemed as though everyone was naked now embracing and caressing each other. Then they all started fucking. Sweaty hands grabbed me but I broke free and tumbled on to the sand outside.