The scene is a place in your mind and a fire in your soul. There are no requirements, no rules, just the parallel of sound and wonder. Friends and enemies become one in the same. It is only in the scene that you will see a man pulled to his feet by the same man who just threw him to the ground. The blinding light of the stage can only be dulled by the lighted spirit in those who stand before it. Whether rockin it out or nodding your head, the ability to stand still has been nullified. All deals are off, and all grudges resolved, for in this time, nothing else matters. Ordinary men become musically divine, deforming the bonds of love and hate, until there is one emotion left in your mind: the scene.