The music throbbed through the floorboards and skimmed over the bodies of a pressed in crowd, no longer individualized but branching together in a group of swaying motions. The white light strobed above and cut everything into chunks, stuttering pieces. In this pulsing air, fragmented light, haze of smoke and din of sweat some spark of newness assaulted me. Originality or something akin to the taste of a first kiss slithered around and sought refuge in bright eyes. Too many.
My ears popped, and adjusted to the loud voices of the instruments. After just a few moments the noise separated into layers, each so thin and ethereal that I could almost get lost in that subtlety. Switch on. To follow – rampant, intruding thoughts orbiting my swollen head. Once thrown, the switch was stuck on. All that distraction got in the way of processing, knowing the harmonies. All I could muster was reaction, a cluster of goosebumps formed along my exposed arm.
I recognized the gorilla head attached to a body clad in a dark tuxedo. He hovered near the window, backlit by streetlights and that swollen moon. Even though I couldn’t see his face, I could feel his eyes eyes on me, watching me walk. He followed the sway of the purple fringe of my dress and lingered on my fishnet stockings. I was cold, but I pulled that shawl off my shoulders anyway.
Nice descriptions here. That is definitely one of your strong points. I hate parties and you've just described it beautifully.
I like where this is going.
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Yup, Sue beat me to it again. (No, I'm not following here, lol). You've done a great job describing the scene and the feelings of the scene.
The only thing that got me was the “backlight” I kept thinking it should be “backlit by” or “backlight of”… could just be me, though…
regardless, great job!!!! I wanna know who the guy is and what comes next!
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Interesting, doing a sort of strip teaser for a guy in a gorilla mask. (Or so I interpret the removal of the shawl, despite being cold.) Love the almost oceanic quality of the crush of people and music and lights.
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Thanks. And jy, you are right. I fixed it 🙂
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Great descriptions. Hmmm I think I may have to re-think this writer bit LOL
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The first paragraph is very poetic. Neat. And now, of course, I'm dying of curiosity about why a gorilla head and tux belong together.
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