[ WP ] ''Can you hear them singing ? ''

I signed back that I could n't. 
 
 `` Go near music,'' she signed back, motioning me to the bass at the edge of the crowd, where I could better feel the vibration. 
 
 I did n't like it in here. Everyone too close and stuffy. People moving to the invisible waves, like they had all gone crazy and I was the only one that could see it. Hearing people were weird. 
 
 `` Better?'' My date asked, raising her eyebrows for non-manual marker. 
 
 `` Yes,'' I knocked on the open air. 
 
 Some of the dancers were staring at us now. 
 
 I would have been upset if J had n't smiled. That was her name-sign anyways, just a J near my cheek, like the sign for juice. Her written name was Jenny. 
 
 I could n't think of anything to sign, nervous until she grabbed my hand and pressed it against the pulsating black box. I noticed more people staring, and focused on J instead, watching her as I uncertainly danced along with the other inmates in my own personal insane asylum. 
 
 I would rather be home, watching a dubbed movie or reading a book, anything besides this exhibition where I hung like an art-piece for a bunch of slack-jawed yokels to gawk at. I was tempted to leave right now and drive myself home. 
 
 Unfortunately J drove, and I hoped beyond hope that it was because she wanted to save me some time finding the place and not that she imagined that I could n't. Hearing people were a bit, well, stupid sometimes. They thought being deaf was the equivalent of being completely disfunctional when it came to `` normal'' stuff like driving cars and waking up for work and checking on a baby. I really hoped that was n't the case with J, she was nice. 
 
 Sure I'd done this `` feel the music'' thing a dozen times already, and yeah, I thought everyone in the room was basically barking mad, but I suppose everyone goes a bit crazy for people they like. At least, I did n't feel so awkward when she squeezed my hand.
