Every DDR fanatic knows the feeling. That ecstasy, that energy, that
expanding feeling in the heart and soul that just hits you right there, the
feeling almost of flight as your feet flutter from arrow to arrow, the
radiance, the ethereal nature, when you get it, man, you just know you have
it.
It's a rush, a calm, a thousand feelings and more at once, your mind, heart, body, all flow together to the same song, even when you feel pain or exhaustion, it's all part of the art woven by the dance.
You breathe in the very essence, the very feeling, along with the air around you. It's intoxicating, and when the game is over, you feel you need more. More tokens slip in, and here you go again. It's your own patch of heaven, it feels so right. The slow songs soothe your heart to a lull, the fast ones send your pulse thumping to their beat, each resulting in the dance of your life.
You can never get enough, when you are forced away by illness, injury, or separation, you pine for it. It calls to you in your thoughts, your dreams, beckoning you forward for another round, and when you get up there, you know it's going to rock your world again.
You win a few, and you start to wonder, 'could I go further today?' it cheers you on and supports you as you attempt what you once thought impossible, and now you see as a beatable obstacle. And then, whether you lose, win by the skin of your teeth, or conquer the rhythm, you recover, and it calls to you again, ever waiting for the next dance.
It may sound obsessive, but the call echoes strong in us. Our lives go on normally, but when we feel that desire to dance, not much can hold it back. We find ourselves distracted from normal things, our hearts start dancing without us. We pick titles and lines of our favorite dances out of ordinary phrases.
And when we finally have the stage in our sights, the energy flows freely and happily, enticing us forward. The song welcomes us on our return, and asks us for the first, the next, and last dance.
It's a rush, a calm, a thousand feelings and more at once, your mind, heart, body, all flow together to the same song, even when you feel pain or exhaustion, it's all part of the art woven by the dance.
You breathe in the very essence, the very feeling, along with the air around you. It's intoxicating, and when the game is over, you feel you need more. More tokens slip in, and here you go again. It's your own patch of heaven, it feels so right. The slow songs soothe your heart to a lull, the fast ones send your pulse thumping to their beat, each resulting in the dance of your life.
You can never get enough, when you are forced away by illness, injury, or separation, you pine for it. It calls to you in your thoughts, your dreams, beckoning you forward for another round, and when you get up there, you know it's going to rock your world again.
You win a few, and you start to wonder, 'could I go further today?' it cheers you on and supports you as you attempt what you once thought impossible, and now you see as a beatable obstacle. And then, whether you lose, win by the skin of your teeth, or conquer the rhythm, you recover, and it calls to you again, ever waiting for the next dance.
It may sound obsessive, but the call echoes strong in us. Our lives go on normally, but when we feel that desire to dance, not much can hold it back. We find ourselves distracted from normal things, our hearts start dancing without us. We pick titles and lines of our favorite dances out of ordinary phrases.
And when we finally have the stage in our sights, the energy flows freely and happily, enticing us forward. The song welcomes us on our return, and asks us for the first, the next, and last dance.