Alone but not lonely
Mocked by the intensity of the cacophonous banter of the surrounding crowd, he shuts himself away into an oblivious reverie. He has no approbation from his peers whatsoever; it is but merely a test of faith, of patience. From his position and where he sits, it was clear that the intentions were illogically biased and pre-orchestrated to exclude even his subjective opinion. He would have none of that. Clearly this was to him a farcical joke no longer awarding of a punchline. There no longer was any relevance to the performing bodies anymore, all of which plagued by idiocy and crap mentality of the majority and unlawful pity to the minority. The enablers are all the more guilty by association, consumed by the desire to be accepted within the circle from which all mediocrity is based upon. It proved too tasteless for his buds, his inexperience would not even equate the lunacy he so just witnessed.
He shrugged it all off, outnumbered by the sheer folly of the antidrama, and so carried the burden throughout. A forlorn cause, he waited in the shadows to strike mercilessly at the most opportune moment, and even in this present moment his wrath remains suppressed in the process of combustion.