You are standing there on the
dance floor, waiting.
The
DJ 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 at you.
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-
subtlely 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 and
volume. 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.
You
transcend the moment.
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...
sweat 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.