Deep in observation of the crowd, I hadn't noticed who was now observing me. Only when my eyes travelled back to the stage, back to the black guitar and finally back to the singer's face, did my eyes meet his. I didn't know whether it was my heart or time in general that had stopped. Perhaps it was both. Perhaps it was a side effect of the meds they'd put me on. Regardless, the moment seemed to last forever, yet I could now feel it slipping, as if someone had oiled the cogs and time was now ready to resume its movement. Driven by a force yet undiscovered, I winked at the man, allowing a small smile to grace my lips. And just before he turned away to look at the crowd again, I saw my smile reflected on his face.