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Sep 2012
The CROWD, the SWARM.
The
FILTHY HOT MESS
that surrounded her.
Jumping. Sweating. Singing and Swinging.
Hands up in the air, bodies surfing over the heads of the exhilarated fans.
This was life and she knew it.
The bass loud, drums pulsing,
it was
PERFECT CHAOS.
The vocals
Infiltrated, infected and took over like a delicious, malicious poison.
She was
elbowed.smacked.
&
PUSHED BACK AND FORTH…
and the contact
STUNG
BURNED
and
BRUISED
.
Closer and closer to the stage she became fluid.
Absorbing the energy around her
Vibrations spreading over their heads, under their feet and
PENETRATING
their bodies
Most importantly
their minds.
The fans were completely submerged in sound and tears ran from her eyes just like the others around her.
Everyone caught in a state of trance, one with the music; she had never felt so whole in her life.
Everyone felt connected, more alive than ever.
Sharing the experience.
She sank into the moment over and over again, resurfacing just to relive the sensation of diving back in.
The high was addicting.
The high of life and music.
Of sound and energy.
Sirens
Written by
Sirens  New York
(New York)   
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