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Bass

September 20, 2009

The bass drew me in, clicking fast to the treble of my heart like a magnet. “Can we please go?” I begged my friends. “It’s so much better over there!”

Over there, the bass took hold of our ankles, our knees, our stomachs, our shoulders, our heads. It compelled as the moon set over the dance floor. The DJ shot fire over our heads. We raised hands in communion.

I put a hand to my chest, almost certain my heartbeat matched that rhythm. Where the music went, I could not help but follow.

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