The Feeling
My body shakes as the energy from the music surges through my veins like thunder shaking a house during
a violent rainstorm. The ground feels as if it is ready to fall out from underneath me due to base of the music traveling through the nearly blown out speakers. I feel the sweat streaming down my back and face as I dance to the hypnotic music that the band produces. As our bodies sway together to the sound of the industrial style music, smoke rises in the air as if it were a fire. Breathing in an out, I taste the cigarette smoke being blown from the many bodies around me. As the thunderous music shakes the house infested with people, we scream the lyrics of the song alongside the gorgeous man with gleaming muscles standing as if he were a statue on stage.
Dancing the night away, the smell of sweat from the bodies bumping against each other grows stronger. Water spraying from the sprinkler system cools us off as we continue to dance to the beat of the music. Strobe lights flicker as the crowd gazes upon the stage and the instruments being played by the instrumentalists. The steam from the bodies makes it hard to see the synthesizers upon stage where his glorious figure stands. As the crowd chants the music, I hear the feet of nearby dancers stomping on the ground which adds to the vibrations from the speakers.
In this cell that we call a
concert hall, people dance on platforms and everyone throws their hands in the air as if reaching for a higher power from above. As I look around, I see the bands name hanging from the ceiling and the people dancing as if they were crazed by music’s power. The night goes on perpetually. It seems as if time has stopped and we are all dwellers in the cell occupied by music. The crowd’s screams crescendo as the band plays on. Tears fall from the faces of countless lives as the music begins terminate. We stand still. All dancing has come to a halt. Sweat still drips from my face and the faces of individuals around me. Realizing the concert is over; my pulse slows to a deadly state as if my spirit had been ripped from me because of a tragic accident. Though the true concert is over, I still feel the thunder of the music in my veins. That is why when no one is watching, I still dance to the music and remember that I am a cell dweller.