Everything was vibrating. The walls, the floors, the bodies. Red, blue, green. Arms were in the air, legs everywhere. The music controlled the world, and it pumped the room in rhythm. Vodka, in my hands. The people, the walls, the colours, were mashing into one another. A whole entity of blur in front of me, the music moving my hands, my legs. No longer any control. I belonged to the music, belonged to the mash of hands and legs, belonged to the blur. More vodka, more cocktails. Sex on the Beach never felt sweeter, and red never looked more tempting. Up, down up and down, jump. to the beat of the music, the music was in control, all in control.
And then I saw you.
The music stopped.
Everything was still.
