Skating around and around. The music blasting, the room dark, and people zooming by. Every once in awhile the sound of an authoritive whistle or skin to ground. The dull nagging pain in my feet deepens as I turn the corner. The lights flash, music changes, and people continue to talk when no one can here them. Another sound of skin to ground, this time it's me. Some one turns to ask something I can't hear over the buzz of the rink, I know the voice but the face is fuzzy as if I was still circling around. I nod, mumble something incoherent even to me, and get back up on my feet that were screaming. I'd been skating for hours and expected some sourness, this was different.
I fall, again, but this time I don't hear the sound of flesh to rink, I hear a constant ringing. I closed my eyes to the sideways rink, tried to ignore the pain, and ignore the ringing.
*Theme Song*