!G1 Presents: 47 (A Tribute To Dance)!
Moving bodies…moving bodies everywhere…
A sweating heaving mass of bodies moving in unison to a loud bass driven beat. Bright lights and neon glow sticks weaved a pattern in the surrounding darkness as all those gathered danced till the sun began to rise in the sky outside.
Locked in a large, steel windowless room all those who entered came for many reasons but their collective purpose was one in the same.
The sea of people had no concept of time or reality, they had given themselves to the music and now that music controlled them.
Jumping, twisting, stepping and bouncing was all they could do as they followed the commands of their loud, electronic master.
Some had infected their bodies with mind altering chemicals, increasing their senses and adding an extra element to their sound induced movements
Others…simply swayed and stepped in an explosion of energy, fuelled by their desire to make this night a night to remember.
Men and women, young and old forgot their normal lives and danced deeper into the mass of throbbing, mindless people. The temperature climbed as the collective heat of those present filled every corner of the room. The dark room had been over come by the smell of skin and sweat, the odours of a rave.
Many strangers met for the first time on this night but some of them brought their partners. They could think of nothing better than to dance the night away with the one or many they loved.
In this crowd of musical slaves, two women never took their eyes off each other. One woman was tall and pale, her clothes black and green with her wild, dark untamed hair flowing down her back and shoulders. The other was younger and shorter, dressed in blue and purple with her fire orange hair tied up in several complex knots.
These two women cared for no one else but each other and rudely ignored everyone else. This fateful night was about them and the new beginning they had shared together.
They danced so close they seemed as one as they touched and kissed each other with no rules or boundaries. No one cared what they did; no one even threw them a glance.
This was much different from their normal bonding. Instead of moving against each other in patterns of intense martial arts, this current environment demanded they moved with each other, embracing and supporting as the beat controlled them.
The night would soon turn to day and they would return to their place of refuge. They would clean and rinse each others bodies and fall asleep in each others arms wrapped in silk sheets. But for now all that mattered was movement…intense beat driven movement.