two nights ago, i went to a crazy concert. it was by a band called Desmond and the Tutus (i love that name), and it made me realise something.
it was a hot, heavy, humid Durban night and the venue was packed, which meant that even just standing still caused sweaty foreheads and upper-lips. for some reason, i love these nights. there's something about that intense heat and those flashing lights that gives the evening a surreal, dream-like quality. when you look back on the evening, you remember it as if it was the perfect night, like a beautiful, fleeting dream.
so the atmosphere was intense and heavy, the room was dark... and then the band started to play. Demond and the Tutus play this crazy dance music, which seems even crazier because of the lead singer's ridiculously cool hairstyle and dance moves, and his speak-singing voice. the crowd went crazy, and i started to dance. it wasn't just normal, nodding-your-head-to-the-beat type of dancing, either. it was unrestrained, flailing-arms-and-feet type of dancing, and it felt amazing. it made me realise that maybe we all need to let loose once in a while. and i don't mean just getting drunk or doing something reckless: for some people, it might just mean a night of crazy dancing. it's the best feeling in the world to let go a little bit, to stop worrying about yourself and your image, and to just enjoy the moment.
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