10 Minutes of Break Dancing


I am in the club. I have come to a party that is going to be attended by all students of my high-school. I hear music I dislike; the dance floor is full of people, though. I am waiting… waiting for my time. I know somewhere in the club there are my friends who are waiting as well.. the songs bore me, and I ignore them hearing only bass. I am full of hope, nevertheless; at the end of every song I look up with my eyes closed waiting for my time to come…

An inestimable period of time passes till I hear a pop song transitioning into a rap song. My eyes open, my adrenaline rises and I feel something powerful is going to happen soon. Having realized that the DJ has really played a rap song, I look at the dance floor. I see my people; I see everyone withdrawing from the center of the dance floor. Energy flows into my body mixing with adrenaline; I feel a stimulus to get on the empty floor and dance… break dance…

Various lights pass in front of my eyes, blind me for milliseconds and brighten the dance floor. I look down… the terracotta slates look dark and tired of pop fens treading on them; “they” believe it’s high time someone restored their shine and stroked them with his hands…

I hear my name and avoid registering the beautiful thoughts that come up in my mind. Folks call my name again; I understand I shouldn’t lose the chance to dance and show everyone what I got and be applauded for my performance…

I break dance… I enter a world of serenity and ebullience… I don’t hear any music or shouts or applause. Music infiltrates my mind and takes full control of my thoughts and emotions;

I am rhythm-borne now…

I perform series of moves and enjoy myself on the floor. When finishing doing windmills I kiss the floor with my left shoulder for the last time. I sense music loosens the grip it has had on me so far and I step out the empty area on the dance floor under the rhythm’s directions. Music explains to me that there are my folks waiting for the chance to step out of the crown, transform the dance floor into their self-constructed magical realms and enjoy themselves as I did. I understand…

As I get out of the dance floor to wait for my second turn, I see the vitality that sprinkles from the air stirred by music flow into the body of a friend of mine who starts dancing immediately.

And into another friend of mine…

And into another one…

I realize that the DJ who feels responsible to keep the spirits of  all attendants up stops the magic energy that springs from the speakers located at every corner of the building by changing the track. I guess it’s time pop fens to feel their type of energy and re-enter their worlds. I am happy, fulfilled, gratified and thankful to those or that who gave me the opportunity to get on the dance floor and break dance.

I am heading home now. I have no business in the club since the DJ is not going to play the music that makes me inhuman for a while, that sends me to an indescribably colorful realm and that makes me unafraid of expressing my emotions by dancing…

The beautiful moments I just had become captured by my mind. I acquire an unparalleled memory. Life seems so wonderful to me now. My feelings towards music and break dancing grow stronger.

That was a memory of mine. I am aware that you might not have experienced what I did in my past while reading my writing. The picture you would get by reading all these black colored words would have been much different if you had been in the club the exact time I was, not to mention if you had been a break dancer…

I realized something and I will tell you what it is. It relates to the sentences I wrote at the end of the memory: “Life seem so wonderful to me now. It’s about the act of returning to positive events that happened to you some time ago. I realized that when I recollect the memory of something positive the feelings I have once experienced I get the chance to experience again, at the moment of recollection. When you remember a positive incident, it affects you in real-time; you change your mood because you assume the feelings you had once experienced. It is such a healthy and cheerful occupation to think of the occurrence of positive moments in your past.

Also, when I recollected the time I wanted to get on the dance floor and break dance, I doubtlessly felt as I did in the past. However, I wanted to retain that positive memory of mine and invoke it whenever I was down in the dumps. For this reason I decided to write my memory down. I captured the feelings and the scene as influential as I could. from now on, the words will aid me in recollecting the emotions I once had. Don’t be confused if you didn’t feel anything while reading this writing because only the person who preserves a memory into written words has the ability to most accurately recollect the experienced events along with the experienced feelings.

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