*Tom's POV*
The violence flowed with the music itself. I turned to Anna,she was still playing. She was frantically pounding the keys of the piano. Blood soaked the keys from broken fingers. Blood dripped from the old wound on her eye. The entire time she manically played,she kept that smile. Shadows seemed to manifest like growing pools of water from were Anna played. They crept up the walls all along the auditorium. Within these unnatural shadows were tormented faces screaming and angry. Ghostly claws ripped from the shadows into the violent horde of spectators.
