There was something in the music. No, that was not correct. There was something behind the music, something hidden in the recording that did not register to the human ear. I looked around me. I seemed to be the only one who noticed. The eyes of the other guests grew wider. Their pupils dilated. I hope hear them taking deeper breaths. I could hear their breathing beginning to synchronize.
The song ended. All conversations ended at the same moment. For a few seconds, the room was silent. Then a languid voice from a couch in the corner said, “Play it again.”