Five minute free write - Belt

mikesthoughts (58)in #freewrite • 6 years ago

Today is a beautiful Sunday in LA and I should probably be outside enjoying it.

But, that's for later. Need to keep to my writing routine or I risk insanity, hehe. The double edged sword of being addicted to writing.

This mornings writing comes mostly from the vibe I was getting from my music. I decided to let my brain flow a little more by itself, and not try and restrict it to any particular line. I wasn't looking for a twist, or anything edgy. Maybe I just wanted to convey the feeling I get when I... well, I'll just let you read this first...

The deep melodic beat vibrating through her body.

Surrounding by hundreds of bodies swaying gently together as one. Trapped in darkness with only the flicker of blazing strobes, they were all free.

Over and over the bass rolled along her slender frame. Body pressed against body, there was no space between the flesh. Individuality lost among the crowd they reveled in the music.

Breathing in the stale smell of humanity, concentrated and sweet, she smiled.

The days of her life melting away into distance memories. The who the what the why. None of it mattered right now. And that was okay with her.

Grinding, grinding, grinding, life was a bore. It was for nights like this that she lived. Strangers all, in this place the friendship ran deep. A gap in the regular world, off a street no one but they knew.

It had all started with an unexpeceted shopping trip.

A new belt to replace her worn one. A stupid little shop with shiny things in the window that caught her eye.

Live shows...this is how I feel about them.

Individuality lost in the crowd of everyone who's there for the music. And, you usually end up at the best shows for the most random and reason. In this case, needing a new belt.

I still remember when I saw Linkin Park before they got huge.

I was in college and it was one of my first live shows. Yeah, I know, most people have been to a bunch by that time, but, I'm not most people. The press of the people, the mood, the music, the vibe...I'll never get that out of my head. That and the smell of weed. But, I really didn't know about that then. Ahh, the innocent years. My ears rang for days after and the smell of smoke never quite left the shirt I wore...but damn it was worth it.

Do you have a show you went to that sticks out in your mind? I'd love to hear about it :)

Happy Sunday! Get outside and enjoy the weather. Stop reading posts! :P