it was surreal. The shooter pushed past us on his way to the stage, and I/we thought he was just some other guy trying to get a closer look. We were on the upper left side (of the room) raised area - by the sound board - and there was an exit there. When the shooting started we were sort of pushed out by people rushing out the door. It seemed to happen sort of slow, and fast at the same time. Like, when he went side stage, and came out from behind the front of the house speakers, it was like all the sound stopped, and things went in slow-mo for a minute. A lot of people were saying they thought it was part of the show later on, but it did not feel like that for me....I knew something was wrong when I first saw the guy on the stage. When the gun came out is when people I was with rushed the door
the rest of the night was petty hazy to me - and not b/c I was drunk/stoned, but just b/c I could not believe that it had just happened here in middle of nowhere Ohio. That club was a 2nd home/"safe haven"/hang out for me, and it had just changed more than I would ever know