At one moment music is playing. It’s “Emerge” a song a really like. I start moving to the beat. Suddenly the crowd starts moving. We all know it’s the last song. We’re giving it our best.
I feel hands, and then I am in a different world. The musics quieter. I’m floating on a sea of hands. All I can see is heads. They are yelling at me to stay up. I will my body to be stiff and light. I’m moving. The floor gets closer. I’m going to fall on my face. But somehow I end up upright. Someone offers their hands. I’m back up. I’m on my back. I don’t know what’s going to happen.
Then I see blinding white lights, and from it, Casey Spooner’s hand. I reach out. And I’m on stage (!) I’m dancing. I’m playing to the crowd. I don’t know what I’m doing. Pointing. Posing. Dancing. But I know if I stay up there too long Casey Spooner himself is gonna get mad at me. I jump into the sea of hands that took me there in the first place. Pure trust. What else could i have?
They put me right back on stage. I’m on my knees, letting the music flow through me. Playing to the crowd and not trying to feel like too much of a dork in front of a thousand people and eight chandaliers.
Security comes and mercifully takes me offstage before I can fall back into the crowd. I depart through some curtains. White balloons are falling around me. All kinds of people are talking to me. They are congradulating me. I did it right! For the rest of the night, I’m a rock star. People point and stare. The security gaurds lecture me on how they could have thrown me out but didn’t. Even in Daly City In’n’Out people are coming up to me. I’m smiling like I havn’t in years.
That was one helluva a show. Chapagne, confetti, flashing lights and Casey Spooner surfing over the crowd (I think everyone in our party managed to touch his butt). The dancers were dancing. The costumes outrageous. It was the most perfect evening imaginable. I imagine when the excitment wears off I’ll have a few more superlatives. But for now- ohmyfuckinggod that was great!
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