chapter 20 : the beat i hear the drum beat in my ears its filling up my head my very core is bursting from their constant beat of dread the guitar screams its fury its wail fills the air his fingers fly across the frets moving at rapid tear the crowd moans and writhes their bodies move as one the music guides their movements holds them till its done the singers voice rises its crisp and clean and clear washes over spectators drawing them ever near thats the power of the rhythm the strength within the beat the music 's full of magic that brings us to our feet so let it wash through you and carry us away let it drop our troubles to the side clear our cloudy day chapter 21 : the field i dreamt of you at work today .