Dance Concert Creative Writing

It was a cool, October Saturday evening when I arrived at the venue. I heard the music thumping as soon as I stepped out of my Uber. The entrance was mobbed with dozens of people lined up out the door, waiting to get in. I quickly took my place in the line. Hearing the continuous beat of the music reflect off the walls, my excitement became real. In no time I get to the front of the line, handed the bouncer my ticket and walked in. Lights were flashing everywhere in extravagant, blinding colors. The music was so loud it immersed your entire world, shutting out everything around you. From the entrance I entered into a wide, open room, the size of a warehouse with two bars on either side, a gigantic dance floor in the middle and the main stage towards the back with the DJ booth and LED visuals screens. The room smelled distinctly of marijuana and nearly every person had some sort of drink in their hand, clearly a liberal environment. The place was packed. Dozens of people at the bars, and possibly a few hundred on the dance floor, with everyone grooving and swaying to the music. The speakers enabled you hear every individual beat and melody of the music, while the

Seeing for the first time how the crowd interacted with each other was amazing. What astounded me even more were some of the rave “rituals”. For example, next to me two people were dancing together. One of them wore a colorful mask made out of beads and had two dozen beaded bracelets up his arm, while the other was a typically dressed, everyday person. I watched these two people dance together, lock hands, and exchange bracelets. This display of comradery between these people was beautiful and made me feel connected and accepted by those around me. It defines the interconnectivity that these events bring. The good vibes, the culture, how the audience interacted with each other made my experience all that much more