Dance

I hear the pounding of the loud beat. It cause the whole room, the ground, the walls to move along with it. As I walk, the vibrations from the ground creep up my legs and the music over takes me. I am dancing. My body can't resist. Dance is the language my body chooses to use.

I remember the previous night. My mom calls to me from upstairs. It it on, my favorite show, So You Think You Can Dance. I leap up the stairs and quickly seat myself on the couch. On the screen I see four people. Music begins to blare and fills up the whole stage. The four are speaking to me,  telling me their story. I see sharp sudden movements, each part of their body moving to the exact timing of the music. I can't tell the difference from the music to the dancers as they all become one. They are angry. I can tell from the way they fling their arms the way their feet smack the ground with much strength. Their faces become contorted. The whole stage is alive as the lights move with them. As I watch my body responds with the same intensity. My adrenaline is pumping. I feel the movements the dancers are painting so vividly with their bodies. All of the sudden it stops. The dancers are still. My hair stands on end. I am hypnotized. I have to watch it again I tell myself. I rewind.

As I'm dancing I think of the four on stage. What they were telling me. What am I telling others right now? I flow with the music. The music and I become one. I feel alive. I look around. My friends flail their arms, their heads pound, they move together in a similar fashion. Their faces are bright, their eyes wild. I see they are excited. Others stand around tapping their feet. Some walk to the beat. Everyone in the room becomes alive all moving to the language they choose to speak with. For the next two minutes we are all absorbed into a new world of thinking a new way to display our innermost emotions. For the next couple of minutes we read the beat. We speak it. We dance.