The Beat

I am a spiritual being whose proof of worship seeps out in sweat as I work with the concrete beneath my feet to create a motion that shows my devotion to The Beat. Life without music would be a desoalte dessert. No rhythm to quench my thirst for a connection to an energy field that refreshes with every booming bassline. The right song can take me away from the crowd into a zone where I am alone with nothing but the music as my muse. She spins me softly and floats through me gently until the heaviness sets in. I love drum and bass because it goes as hard as my heart pumped full of adrenaline; the genuine connection between the bass and I is all in the flow. I love watching the Dj's face moments before a drop. The smile spreads from ear to ear, body tenses, and as he delivers shivers and watches the room expand and contract controlled by each note- I feel eleated that their intensity lives through me as I extend each step, as my arms open to embrace the sensory overload being delivered to my body. Two thirty always comes to quickly. But I know I will always be able to find my safe place in any space where I have the room to embrace The Beat.