Get on the {Dance Floor} // kale

"When I'm on the dancefloor, nobody can judge me."
Verre Arcobaleno

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It’s amazing, really, to go raving. Not because of all of the substances or whatever else, but it’s mostly just because of the people. Pretty much all of the club-goers I have ever met in my life have been the most real people, and I guess that’s what I love about it so much. While their appearances tell another story, with the dyed skin and total body tattoos, their personalities shine brighter than any of the lights that flash around in the total darkness of the room. Everybody is just so perfectly genuine. There have been very few times where I had actually met someone who didn’t follow the guidelines to being a raver, but to me, they aren’t even ravers – just some girls or guys that are going to a party with bright lights and techno music bouncing off the walls.

I guess that’s part of the reason I keep coming, in my opinion, and also because it’s really fun to dance – it’s a part of who I am. After years and years of leg braces holding me down, I guess I also feel like I have to make up for all of the things I missed and all those times I had to sit out because my legs were hurting me again. It’s been years since they’ve been removed, but I can still remember when I had them, and the hurt that I felt when everybody went out to the playground and I stayed behind, threading together a charm bracelet.

When I step into the club, the bouncer gives me a high-five and nothing besides that. I guess I’ve been here long enough that everybody just sort of lets me do whatever I want because they know I’m not a trouble-maker and am a firm believer in P.L.U.R. I mean, they even let me have free drinks because they have known me so long and know that I won’t get entirely wasted. Which is cool, I suppose, but I could care less about alcohol – I probably only have one drink per rave and go home and everything’s good. I was never really into the whole thing – I would prefer having a good time at a party and actually being able to remember it the next day. Because that’s what the parties are for. To have a totally fun, excellent time, and to make memories dancing or talking to the DJ or even just being there.

Eventually, when my ears adjust to the loudness of the speakers, I kind of notice that it’s not what’s usually played – which is weird because usually the regular DJ has a sort of theme he likes to go along with. Haven’t you ever just heard a bunch of songs and one of them is simply out of place? That’s how it felt in that moment, and I have to look up towards the DJ stand to see who’s there, and I can’t place a name to a face, even though that face looks so familiar. I pull aside someone, point up to the guy standing there, and I ask them who that guy is. “That’s Dimitri Dazing. He’s a really really popular DJ. I guess the regular DJ is friends with the guy or something and he begged him to come work here for one night.” That explains it.

I sit down at the bar and dismiss the bartender, and I kind of watch the crowd and the Dimitri guy for a little while. The guy has excellent taste in techno and dubstep, I can admit that right now, and the crowd is eating it up. If anything, the old DJ has nothing on the new guy, and to be honest, I agree. So I get up and I dance, and I twirl around and lock hands with random people and do dance moves with them until we let go and swing to the next person. I don’t think I ever tear my eyes away from the Dimitri guy for too long, like he’ll vanish or something. I don’t know why, I guess it’s just the sort of newness and the fact I’ve never actually met this guy before is what keeps me looking.