Sitting solo in the Lincoln Center on 62nd and Columbus as the choral sounds of young, eager vocalists fill the amphitheater. Ominous undertones, harmonic dedication. a melancholy beauty. Peace trickles through my mind as my body is fighting for reasons unknown. The theater feels empty as the youth combined does not fill the space. Stragglers trickle in between movements and other scurry to manipulate their surroundings, taking advantage of the vast open.