There’s gasping. An “Oh my God,” and a, “He just collapsed.” No flashes, but I see spots. Sara’s on her knees saying my name. Cory’s calling for everyone to give me room. And Jessica dirties her dress kneeling on the dance floor next to me. Her fingers are on my neck, she’s asking me if I hit my head. She says, “We should call an ambulance.” Cory says, “Call Ben.” I say, “Don’t.” Sara says, “We have to tell Ben.” It’s the three of them hovering over me. It’s the looks on their faces. And it’s me on the floor saying, “Don’t tell Ben anything.”