The sounds echoed down his mind. Pure vibrations of sound and spirit made his heart rush into ecstasy. His feet stomped and tapped feeling the rhythm of the music. And he went wild. No worries, no pains, just music. His life was a blur way back there on his mind. But that didn't concern him at the moment. His mind was a barren desert filled with speakers, bathed by disco lights. The sand resonated with the sand making it lift in the air. And the boy was in the middle. He shook his body, banged his head, he was happy. The music took him to higher levels of thought, to new levels of excitement. His body had to wear it off in any way possible. He felt waves around him, bodies climbing the air and dropping to the floor. So he jumped too, he jumped like he never did before.
No life, no worries, no nothing. Just music.
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No matter the language, no matter the theme, you always figure it out how to turn it into a good thing :)
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