It was day three of Movement, and everything was upside down.
The crowd around her was a sweaty, bulging mess; moving in rhythm, but somehow each at his own pace. As the music charged through her soul, the bass vibrated her chest and sent shivers down her tattooed back, racing to reach her toes. Her short black hair was wet and matted to her forehead as beads of sweat dripped down her cheeks bringing smudgy eyeliner along for the ride. Her eyes closed tightly, and the music intensified, nearly bringing her to her knees.
In that moment, she was electric.
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Danielle Dayney 
6 responses to “Electric Moves.”
This brought me back to my college days.
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I really like the rhythm of this, the phrasing–those first two lines especially.
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Thank you, Jennifer!
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I liked the music charging her soul and the wonderful imagery that followed.
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This brings me back to my marching band days. Sometimes the music took place over the actual marching.
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