It takes a lot to get me dancing. A wedding maybe, or a whole lot of liquid courage. I certainly don’t dance outside, especially not in the pouring rain and almost never among 13,000 strangers. Those days are long gone.
Or so I thought.
But sometimes things happen to your body that are out of your control. You move without thinking because instinctively you know it is the perfect way to move in that moment, the exact way you are supposed to react to the events taking place around you. One minute you are hunched over in your seat, shivering as cold rain drives into your face like arrows from a crossbow, the next minute you are thrusting the person next to you up in the air in a vice-like bear hug with enough force to lift a small car. Seconds later, you can’t feel your legs, your entire body is warm despite being soaked and you have to remind yourself where you are and what just happened or you’re likely to pass out.