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she who writes
Myrahans Lafrelle, 18Ich kann ein bisschen Deutsch Hip Hop, Reggae, Broadway Student by the day, Dancer by the night |
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Thursday, February 19, 2009
8:58 PM
A walk down the memory lane...  The music was alive, pulsing through the dancers. The concussive beat vibrated through the club's walls, the floor, and the very air until it became just another note in the symphony. The melody flowed out in waves, reaching the farthest corners of the club. Closing my eyes, I lifted my hands high in the air and gave myself up to the fierce beat, hips swaying, head gently rolling from side to side. For the first time that day, my skin didn't hurt from the demands and expectations of others. I had ditched my school mates and friends for a night out alone on the town. Right now the music was all there was, and that was enough. I had spend the evening lost in the crowd of dancers, letting the music take control. Lost in the anonymity of the packed dance floor, I moved and slowly spun, enjoying the occasional brush of a stranger's body against mine. I was dimly aware of the weight of voices and the crush of bodies, but finally everything except the music faded into the background. This would heal my weary spirit. Für einmal, ich will tanzen Sie sich mit den massiven Anstieg der Wärme und Ruhe, wie Sie ziehen mich schließen.
Nur, dass besondere Moment, ich möchte in den Genuss von vier Minuten Trost. Wie möchte ich P.S: I didn't go Thailand! :) |
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