Dance at a Rave

“The music was way too loud for me, but fortunately I had earplugs, which made the volume just right for me. The music being that loud had a benefit I never realized - I could feel the beat. I felt myself wanting to move to it. A reassured me that there is no right way to dance here, just dance what you feel. I needed time, though. And I rocked back and forth a little. And tried on the psychedelic goggles. And it was incredible, I had never seen anything like it. I do recommend them, although I only do it for a few minutes at a time. But I was feeling the need to dance. We had a few slower songs, and A and I embraced. I rubbed her back. I moved my hands down her arms, down her legs, and embraced more. We told each other we love each other. I removed the sunglasses I had been hiding behind. And I did get into dancing at a faster pace also.”

“Walking was impossible, if only in the sense that the music from both stages resonated so deeply through the floor that the beats practically bounced my steps into the skip of a raver [...] Playing the part of the sparkling star proved even more fun than I expected. I glittered and glowed in the dark, and found my friends by their neon beads and face paint. We never stopped holding hands wherever we moved, unless we felt safe enough to meander off on our own.”