The music surrounds him.
He falls deeper.
Deeper.
The music gets louder.
He feels he is part of the noise.
Slowly his body moves in rhythm. His mind floats away.
He feels as if he is sinking in water.
Nothing can stop this.
He is gone.
Darkness encloses him as notes swirl around his head.
His heart beats in time with the bass.
Then suddenly, everything stops.
He hears a deep, obscure voice. He opens his eyes.
The man is dressed in a long, black cloak.
"Welcome, Demyx."
The mysterious man says as he hands the boy a Sitar.