His group had abandoned him to dance.
I too felt abandoned. Surrounded by friendly faces, but unable to function as the booming bass slammed all cognitive ability out of my head.
I wondered what would happen if I went up to him. If I were the type of person who could go up to him.
Would we flirt? Would he reject me on-site? Would I go home with him?
Perhaps in a quiet bar, he would have noticed me too.
Perhaps if I was drunk I would have told him that he was beautiful.