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{at the concert} damien cowger Ah, you shoulda seen this kid dancing! He was really moving, this kid. His body was so fluid, so energetic, like his body was a cluster of rubber tubes, filled with piping hot water. Boiling and boiling, trying to escape, trying to get somewhere cooler, even as his movements made him sweat . I marveled in his dance more than in the music playing. The band on stage was just the opening act of someone greater but on the kid’s stage he was the main draw. He sometimes synched with the beat, his hips gyrating and thrusting with each pulse blasting from the speakers and sometimes he didn’t even seem to be listening as he continued his feral dance. He was really something. So then this girl walks up behind him, right? and wants to dance with the kid, wants to shake it like him, wants to be as free as him and be like him. This kid’s just dancing and feeling it and she gets close to him and he can’t hear her over the boom boom in everyone’s ears. She’s right there and he’s jumping now and he turns around, his fists waving as he’s turning and his right fist catches her square on the temple. Dah! Right there on the dance floor. Right there on the side of her head . Her eyes glazed over. Her body locked up and went rigid and she fell down, right onto her back. He was lost in the sound before, remember? but then his attention focused again and couldn’t think of anything but her. He dropped to his knees and held her, just held her and everyone kept dancing and jumping except him and her and me. And I didn’t know what to do. |
