The Bassist 

you are high strung due to a sensory overload: from flashing lights, the touch of the crowd around you, the smell of pyrotechnics, and an all out assault upon the eardrums by a carefully orchestrated combination of crashing instruments. You can hear the high pitch solo of the lead guitar as the guitarists nimble fingers fly up and down the fretboard, the synthesizer of the keyboard as the pianist walks back and forth with a precise melody, the crash of the cymbals and the roll of the toms as the drummers arms wave about in seemingly reckless manner along with the 1 2 punch of the kick drum emphasizing each and every roll of the song. You can hear the dirty tone of the rhythm guitar as it moves throughout the crowd. However, with the exception of the kick drum, all of these sounds are exclusively heard. The other sound that you are experiencing is mostly better felt than heard. You can feel it filling your chest as well as any surrounding void with an incredible beat, a beat that almost seems to be exclusively driving your heart, pumping adrenaline throughout your entire body till you can't stand to think that it will stop. This is the Bassist