The pounding beat was in my soul. My tired body swung and swayed upon the floor. The flashing lights, changing color with each pulse, enchanted me like a zapper attracting a gnat, drawing me into further and wilder throes. Sweat was dripping from my face, and a coldness had seized my springing legs. Still, I danced.
The night was young no more. Was it still night? In this underground scene, who could say if the sun had returned? Had day come with its dreadful responsibilities? How could I know? Between one song’s ending and another’s start, there was no rest.
Tale Told 