There's A Reason For This Music.

The room is dark. Filled with the heat of a thousand bodies, all pressed together in this crowded space. The atmosphere is charged with energy waiting to be unleashed. The air is not pure but a smoky haze, musty and lingering. Breathe it in with a sigh of relief. Beneath your feet the floor is sticky from the thousands who have claimed this spot before. Excited voices echo each other, blended to become a background noise of excited murmuring. Although the crowd act relaxed, there's an underlying anticipation emanating from everyone in the room. Expectant. You can feel it too. An energy waiting to explode. The lights dim, plunging the crowd into total darkness. You're aware of everyone around you, so close that you're already touching. Your heart pounds. Screams fill the air. This is the moment everyone has been waiting for. The bass starts up, filling the room with rhythm, forcing everyone to move. The pounding beat of the drums drive every worry and self conscious thought from your mind. You forget yourself. All that's left is the feeling of freedom. As the lights blind your eyes and the band play their song, you lose yourself to the music. You go with it, whatever it is. Feel, don't think. The crowd around you is dragging you down further into the chaos. An adrenaline rush. Exhilaration. The crowd has become unified as one and you are lost among them. It doesn't matter if you fall. This group of strangers around you are already picking you up, lifting you to safety. The music is deafening. There's no chance they'll hear your thanks but you try anyway. Once again the crowd is thrown into each other with enough force to send people flying to the floor. Everyone helps. We're all here to have a good time. Your arms reach up and join the mass of hands, clapping with perfect timing, perfect synchronization. Everyone knows what to do. It's simple. As someone is lifted up, you reach out and push them along until they disappear from view, lost within the frenzy of bodies. Swaying arms and glowing lights. Hundreds of them. You could do this for hours but all too soon it's over. A thunderous roar of appreciation fills the room as the band make their exit and the crowd begin to depart. Exhaustion. Tonight has been blood, sweat and perhaps a few tears. As you leave and everything settles back to normalcy, you're left with an undescribable feeling that will last for weeks, along with the bruises. It matters that this night is over but once again it is added to the list of the best nights of your life.