The melody continued, the orchestra not caring at all about my state.
I didn't want to look at either the thousand red-eyed Kennys around nor at the sole black-eyed one, who was swinging his arms, apparently having his fun.
I don't care why I am here, what this is about, and who these people are; I just want to go back.
"Kenny." Henry's voice reverberated in my head.
I felt my body being shaken by him; the paralyzing effect, however, did not lessen.
I was still here, forced to kneel and listen to the music, even if Henry tried to wake me up.
I groaned, trying to leave, trying to move, but to no avail.
"What's wrong with you? Wake up!" Henry shook me more and patted my cheek.
I could feel it, but I couldn't retract myself from the play in front of me and around me.
Instead, I looked at the lawn, trying not to meet any red eyes. I tried to empty my mind, trying not to think, to let the fear pass by.
