Body Language

The sound picks up, like an elevator in a neon universe, and it's no longer clear where it's going: to the roof to dance under the moon or to your own heart, where it's long past time to make some noise. Everything is simple here - turn it on, forget it, let it go. Each beat is like a camera flash, capturing other people's smiles, random movements, that very second when everything comes together. There's no need to look for meaning when you can be the meaning yourself, while the stage is lit and the air smells of freedom and sweat. The world outside the door will wait, because now is the dress rehearsal for happiness - to the loud sound of a mic check and a shining ‘hi yes, we came to party.’