The world, silent.
In the Old Oak Tavern, West and Anderson, in the hospital lobby, Berry, in the live broadcasting room, Pash, in the studio, Lawson and Bart, in the Atlanta Hotel, Jacobs and Clark, and the millions of fans at Arrowhead Stadium—
Not a sound.
All held their breath.
Even Provo was no exception.
After being kicked out of the Old Oak Tavern, Provo didn't go far; he returned to his car and turned on the car radio to listen to the broadcast.
On, off; on again, off again.
Ultimately, he couldn't control himself. He turned on the radio, covered his ears with his hands, stared ahead, and caught the sound from the gaps, listening quietly as the waves flowed amid the noise of his heartbeat and boiling blood. The whole world stopped spinning with it.
Then, all the noise vanished, leaving only the passionate commentary burning through the airwaves.
