"Tell me, do you want - don't - want -?" DJ's magnetic voice sounded over the music.
"Go to—!" The crazy crowd raised their arms, waved, and shouted, with several sharp whistles occasionally heard among the rhythmic clapping.
I tried shaking my head a few times, and the feeling of drowsiness became more intense, but there was an unexplained sense of comfort in the drowsiness - a feeling of dizziness, whiteness, and complete loss of consciousness quietly passed through my head.
It spread throughout my body. But my mind was still clear. I observed everyone around me clearly, wondering why I couldn't reach such a crazy state. They were dancing as crazily as me.
The delicate figure of her body attracted my attention. Her empty eyes passed through the bustling crowd, staring at a place that maybe even she didn't know. Her body was bumped around by the twisting people, passively and without any emotion.
Move consciously.
There was a fat man sitting on the seat not far from her with his eyes closed and his big head swaying. His body was twisting back and forth on the high swivel chair to the rhythm of the music, looking very involved. There was a man with yellow hair in the pool.
The boy swayed his hips exaggeratedly towards a relatively innocent-looking girl, touching her elastic skin from time to time. Several girls passed by lightly. They were wearing clothes that were out of season. Some of them were
Some were wearing suspender tops and long skirts, and some were wearing sleeveless tops and miniskirts. With excited expressions on their faces, they twisted and walked through the narrow passage, with boys flashing in the dim space around them.
Their blurred eyes. Everyone was busy with their own things, and no one noticed my searching eyes.
Then Mu Jiao and I returned to our seats again, and we started drinking. At this moment, we no longer had the same vigilance as before.
I found that listening to music in a disco bar is like looking for a shy girlfriend in a carnival crowd. You have to mobilize all your attention to carefully distinguish among the crowd. The songs in the disco bar can no longer be called songs.
In the high-volume and strong rhythm that is strong enough to suffocate a heart attack, the song has become the background, tempering the violent impulse with its essential gentleness. Then, I was immediately attracted by the touching lyrics and moving melody of the song.
I was overwhelmed, because I had heard this song, and it was very nice, and I could sing it, so I couldn’t help but start singing along with it.
However, my voice was as soft as the sound of a mosquito amidst the earth-shattering percussion music. Perhaps it was not even as good as the sound of a mosquito, because we heard the sound of mosquitoes only in the background of silence.
It was as loud as thunder, but here, even if I screamed at the top of my lungs, only a few people around me could hear me.
Mujiao was just like me. She was also singing, singing loudly. At this moment, I suddenly felt like my soul had been touched, resonated, and shaken, and it had already stayed in my heart.
The disco here created a dreamlike and exciting scene for me, and at the same time gave me a stage to release the hidden carnival emotions in my heart. Against the black background, the colorful spotlights on the ceiling flowed deftly in the space and on the ground.
As I do, I weave changing patterns on the ground, including flower beds, starry skies, paintings, and dreams. It flows and changes, which fascinates me but cannot be captured. It makes the dancer's body confusing in the eyes of the viewer, making it confusing.
My eyes keep searching without end. The most irresistible thing is that they keep calling me with the magic of rhythm, calling my soul to join this carnival.
Perhaps, in the eyes of rational people, all this is very funny, and they will definitely think that all this can be controlled and stopped. But they don't know, maybe this is the feeling that the people who come here need, or else
With this kind of enthusiasm, as well as this kind of power and unrestrained freedom, all the worries and worries, work pressure and friends' incomprehension are all left behind at this moment. I don't think about anything, and I don't think about anything at this moment.
All I can do is dance, dance!
Yes, this is the charm of disco! Because at this time, it seems that there is only music left in the world.
Later, I felt that I was really tired, but I already felt that I had fully vented myself. I went to Mu Jiao's ear and asked her loudly: "We are going back. Okay?"
My voice was immediately swept away and swallowed up by the deafening music. But she still heard me, and I saw her nodding towards me.
We walked out of the disco bar, and immediately found ourselves entering a completely different world. In front of us were silent streets and a bone-chilling cold.
Mujiao came into my arms, and I immediately understood: she needed me to give her a warm wrap again. (To be continued)