Dance Inside

(Author's Note: This is a creative writing assignment based on 'Beauty,' and what it represents to other people. This is just one of many beautiful things I have experienced in my life. The italicized verses are from the song, " Dance Inside" by the All-American Rejects. It's to do with one of my first concerts seeing them. Enjoy, and R&R )

You don’t have to move,

You don’t have to speak,

Lips for biting…

Cold air nipping at your skin,

Enveloped in a snake of people,

Winding and winding, never seeing the end…

They’re all here for the same reason,

Anticipation swirling around like morning fog…

You’re staring me down,

A glance makes me weak,

Eyes for striking…

A secret window,

But a sneak preview in the corner,

Do you dare?

Your heart pounding through your ears,

What a sight to behold!

Idols on a stand…

Now I’m twisting up when I’m twisted with you,

Brush so lightly,

And time trickles down, and I’m breathing for two,

Squeezed so tightly…

You’re getting closer,

Cigarette fumes dancing, mingling with the night,

Breaths come out in puffs,

Faster and faster like a train,

Condensing in the darkness,

You’re almost there…

But there are more obstacles,

The gatekeeper, the conniving thieves,

Do you carry the toll?

Watch the pirates,

They pat you down,

Taking any treasure they find,

Anything that sparkles in the darkest of places…

I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine,

This moment seems so long,

Don’t waste now, precious time,

We’ll dance inside the song…

A change in atmosphere brings you to life,

The flashing lights and dizzy heights,

You drink in its excitement, showering through the walls,

From the sea of expressions and overpriced music attire,

You know it’s time to play the waiting game,

As a stranger’s noise numbs your ears, and you absently tap your foot,

Tick, tock, tick, tock…

What makes the one to shake you down?

Each touch belongs to each new sound,

Say now you want to shake me too,

Move down to me, slip into you…

You bite your lip and hold your tongue,

Appreciating the amateur performance your absent gaze holds before you,

But the words are blurs,

Newspaper word cut-outs and meaningless shrieks,

That touch everyone else,

But they’re not playing the game,

You’re only here for one thing…

The lights dim,

Life ceases to exist,

Do you hear those violins?

She sinks in my mind, as she sheds through her skin,

Touch like taste like fire,

Hands to know what eyes no longer defend,

Hands to fuel desire…

Their shadows are mocking you,

Are your eyes going along with the joke too?

It’s a play of light, you tell yourself,

In the word believe hides a lie…

There’s that familiar strum and thump,

Nostalgic feeling,

Reverberating throughout your body,

A ripple in the still crowd,

Causing a drum roll of screams…

And I’ll be fine, you’ll be fine,

Is this fine? I’m not fine,

Give me pieces,

Give me things to stay awake (stay awake)…

You thought you could contain it,

Be the glowing light in the crowd, the odd one out,

But the fireworks come, bursting at your seams,

Sparkles of bright colours,

And you join in with the others,

Clinging to each word like oxygen,

The moment is surreal…

Move down to me,

Slip into you…