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A single bulb poked out from steel and pipe overhead, the one spark of light that sequestered the darkness. Striving to set the room ablaze; this ambitious bulb was too late. The fire had started already. Flames leapt from strings stretched tight over fret boards; from polyurethane plastic pulled over maple shells; from throats seared fresh with discontent. Four frenzied sons pushed the blazing panic as the screaming mass drowned the screaming alarms. Evacuation plans tacked to warm cement were stripped from walls and dashed under foot. The provocative distress signal went unheeded eclipsed by the swirling reverberation swelling into a collective unconscious. An obscure noise grated their eardrums but pulsed in their veins. Strobe light signals beamed through the thick, smoky miasma filled with sweat and desperation. The bitter atmosphere was forced into their boiling lungs with every gasping breath.