Senses tuned, eyes closed, energetic electronic bass and beat ambushes the frequency of sound and invade the ear drums with bombardment of music. The beat washed over the crowd from the speakers enclosing the perimeter. My right shoulder jerks back followed by my left in a pattern I noticed, a beat that seemed to resemble the speakers own which enticed the audience here. When the bass dropped, alerted to my primary sense, my eyes flashed open. It's starting. The crowd was continuously moving, bumping anyone in their way as they all headed the same direction. She's doing it again. Flashes of imagery run through my thoughts without warning. This woman sporting short black hair seemed to be the focus of my attention. The images were put together splendidly and so vividly it felt as though someone had placed a movie on within my mind. She stands behind me, I could feel it and I knew it. She touched the right side of my face before a slight cut in the scene fast forwarding the memory to her touching my left side and finally a close up of her face. Doubt. She wore it bare. Eyes lowered, looking at him but not seeing him. Not seeing me. I could see it all from the mirror before me, which showed an reflected of us but she hurriedly turned away. I remember that doubt because it's something I relate to, your gift of nonchalance. Nobody ever made me fall in love with this amount of touch, but I told her:
"I'm not a fool. I just love how inside, similar like me, you're dead. Dead to the world, but you've taught me how to feel like nobody ever could and taught me how to love like nobody ever would."
The scene ended there.
Along with the masses I resided. All going one way like they were being herded. There wasn't a moment I didn't see billboards all holding her face, the one always in my thoughts. Finally arriving at the destination, everyone waited for the usual spectacular display that would unfold before us, here in this dark sealed off building with a stage that nearly took up half the room. Lights beamed down onto the center of the stage, revealing a set of female interprets dancers. Seven in total. Their job or perhaps cause was to just dance. Dance beautifully. Dance for the crowd. The crowd that just wanted to forget their problems and the dancers always accomplished the tasks. With whatever exotic method used in a out of the box planning and execution. These females were all breath Stealing, but none of them could compare to the one in the center of the women. Features Detailed. Cheekbones defined. A slim figured hourglass. Hair tied up in a bun with glitter that had ran down to her face onto her exotic mixture of blue and purple makeup. Black eyelined eyes piercing your soul with just a glance. Her short black hair suited her. Once the attention was captured they began. Not only were they gorgeous but though their clothes changed into something inconceivable they always somehow worn the materialistic clothing which transformed for each session gracefully with beauty. The ladies always leaves the crowd amazed but the center short haired one leaves them graciously satisfied, thus the reason why they're all fond of her. The same vice versa, but I knew the truth that rests in her eyes.
I asked her once when we got to be alone if she really enjoyed this? Does she want to stay like this and that's when she grabbed me by the face, close to hers, only inches away from lip contact. Eyes locked on one another, but something deep down was holding her back. She retreated from the dare looking distantly away. I know that I say too much even though I rather hold my tongue, but I'll hold her close and hold tightly to every moment until our time is done. This is not right because she's been the only one to make me smile in such a long time before I thought I've succumb to what I've become.
All eyes on her. They all imagined how her simple words and little touch would make their problems go away and thus falling in love with the thought of her but not her. Perhaps like myself. I thought I once knew her. Now I just want to leave her behind. Forget about her completely but something always drags me kicking and screaming back to her. Every time I watched her dance, her sorrows and pain I express for her as she can't. It'll ruin the atmosphere the crowd fed on. She needed her dancing to be lifeless. The loniless of filling every need, this dancing didn't mean anything to her inside so I just couldn't figure out why she continued. What did she dance for? Why did she pick it as a escape? This was only a temporary moment of a dream for her that she couldn't part with. She simply, belonged to the world.
