Gemotions

The concert hall was a suffocating mass of bodies and noise. The air was thick with the scent of perfume and sweat, a combination that made Daniel's chest constrict. He wanted to escape, but the crowd was too dense. He felt a deep-seated frustration.

He saw a woman near the front, fighting to catch her breath. She kept fanning herself with a program. Her face was flushed, and she looked desperately uncomfortable. Daniel noticed the tiny oxygen tank she was attempting to conceal behind her chair.

He edged closer, the music a dull roar in his ears. "Is this place…?" he began, his voice barely audible above the din. The woman glanced up at him, then replied, "Horrible. Absolutely horrible. Are you…?"