So there I was drawn like a moth to flame. The PA was pusling, almost panting away like a happy puppy. I liked it, so I was up the front, hands almost in the air, picking up the beat in my body.
Then to my surprise a good friend arrived to also catch the vibe at the front. We swapped photos. Flash! Flash! Then proceeded to geek the freak out of our knowledge on music. We talked the vibe, the life and beauty of all things electronic. It was great, the music was so good we had to yell at each other, really loud.
Next a vision of Spanish delight gently touched my arm and smiled sweetly at me. Expecting some sort of adoration, I leaned closer. Only to be informed "can you please talk somewhere else!".
For a moment I was startlingly confused, was it not okay to talk on the dancefloor, had a missed the pre dance briefing? Had I crossed some sacred line, some invisible barrier, between schmuck and scene'ster?
What is okay on the dancefloor? Body slamming, nakedness, writhing like a snake, smelling like wet dog, smoking, wearing stilettos, placing your handbag in the circle, getting your dirty little groove out ...
I guess, and reasonably so, dancing is the only thing acceptable on the dancefloor.
