Essence of Sound
It’s Saturday again. The sun is setting behind the buildings. No romance there. Living in a big city has deprived you of the raw beauty of nature and you watch the last flickers of light caress the tall office buildings instead. The city has other advantages. You try to name them all in your mind but one of them keeps shining more than the others – the nightlife.
You’ve received the text message on the cell phone a few hours ago. ‘2300hrs at the spot’. Short but full of meaning for those who can understand it. You are one of them. There is only an hour left to prepare but it is just enough for someone who knows what he’s doing. From the deodorant and hair gel to the clothes and accessories, everything you wear is aimed at drawing attention. You leave the house.
23:00. The meeting place is full of different hair styles and clothes in all colors of the rainbow screaming for attention. And if that doesn’t work there are always the real screams and whistles. The club promises to be full tonight…
You are in the centre of the party. The sound waves blast through your body and mind and suddenly there’s no one left. You are all alone with the music that excites your every feeling and makes you fly then lets you fall and picks you up again moments before you touch the ground. No one else on Earth can see that perilous dance of death but everyone can feel it as clearly as you do for they are all captivated by it and also take part.
Your mind is in color. Your eyes see scenes from other worlds as you move with the rhytm of each beat. Music is all you are now. You ride it, dance to it, become it. Music can turn you into something more than lesser men. All you have to do is listen. Such is the essence of sound…
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