she thought she heard jules as bodies crashed like cymbals struck and glasses shattered on the hard black floor and people yelled and howled and shrieked and fists crunched faces , bone on bone , thud and thump , and then , as she looked back , with her hand on the door plate , the furniture fragments , splintering , splitting , chairs and bar stools smashed over backs , and everyone cheering and yelling and throwing as the band playing on in a joyous celebration at and of the shouting end of life .