Your sense of place, your confidence, shudders excitedly into action, and your hands begin to move more, your shoulders begin to wriggle more, and you feel that your voice begins to weigh more.
You release a long laugh which oscillates vigorously, as though an aggressive yo-yo.
Your care is closed off by a heaving door and carelessly screeching hinges, any warmth of understanding you had towards people chilled to their more stiff code you think you want to follow.
And then you swirl poison in your mouth, gargling it, polishing your teeth with an acidic tongue for a borrowed grin.
Everyone else is doing this, it seems, won’t they spatter you with the poison if you don’t join in?
There is pride, and arrogance.
Arrogance is earlier assumption being confirmed, and then crackling and hissing with blinding, aggressive sparks. It has unfounded elevation shoving one’s being up higher than the rest.
Pride is the gentle, playful bouncing on the balls of one’s feet. A bashful, humbled smile parting flushing cheeks, which have hiccupped in disbelief. It’s the momentum of success fondly sighing at the previous wobbling of anxious apprehension and fear. It settles in soft, comforting ribbons across the places where spears of doubt had jabbed at.
Pride tries to restrain giggles of relieved surprise in its newly assured stance, whilst arrogance smirks, snatches, and tips chins upwards.
Their bodies rippled and curved and leaped, giving the music’s rhythm an outlet of unapologetic expression. Their laughter swooped through the room in soaring releases of amusement, breaths oscillating in quick wriggles between the laughs. Inside them, sacks of their energy had been teasingly punctured, and now it spills out, charging the air with light-hearted defiance.
The air. There could easily have been a sparkling mist hovering over them. No white stars pricking the eyes of alcohol-immersed teens, but glittering, iridescent joy fizzing out in sprays of liberation.
This is how they felt good. The people they let into their depths, the music which stirs and stimulates them, the place where they feel comfort melting into their skin like butter.
This is how they get to feeling truly, beautifully whole and empowered.