You are standing there on the dance floor
is searching for the right groove
to settle into, a bland beat
nonchalantly pulsing through the sound system
. You bounce slightly on the balls of your feet
, anticipating the coming righteous beat that you know the DJ will throw out
And then he finds it.
The pounding stacatto
beat hits you square in the chest
, and your chest and ribcage
start to throb. Soon, your body starts to ever-so-subtle
ly move to the primal
thrumming. For a few moments, that basic beat washes over you
, pulling you into the moment.
And then he layers on another beat.
The feeling of adrenaline
that was focused in your torso
now moves down to the extremeties of your toes
and out to the extremeties of your fingers
-- the DJ has you now completely. Your whole body is absorbed into the beats, and you simply go along with it.
And then he layers on a melody
over the beats.
Your whole being -- not simply your body, but also your mind and spirit
-- are now in tune with the mix
that the DJ is offering. The music becomes a veritable white noise
; it is only that primal, rumbling beat that you are attuned to.
The mix starts to build in intensity
. You are no longer even consciously thinking
about the movements of your physical being: your hands, your feet, your body, all are in motion as though out of your control
. You dance your way into a frenetic
state, as the surroundings melt away
, the "white noise" music fades out, you forget your very existence
, even that primal beat itself becomes nonexistant.
The ancient revels
of the Sect of Bacchus
and the contemporary televangelic
God-be-praised marathons can't hold a candle to this experience.
Eventually, the DJ brings the "song" to its climax
, in an explosion of sound and beat in one glorious rush -- and you return to the moment.
It is then that you notice that your hair
is damp from persperation
is pouring down your body...muscles in your legs are protesting the treatment you have just subjected them to. But that's hardly important.
Because you are standing there on the dance floor, waiting.