You press a button.
On what?
You’re so curious.
This mysterious black object with holes.
And buttons.
Lot's of buttons.
Green.
Blue.
Yellow.
Grey.
Press one.
Does it matter which?
Not to you.
You hear something.
What is it?
A beat?
A rhythm?
Words?
A song.
Your favorite song.
Suddenly that beat, that rhythm, those words fill you.
You remember what the box was:
A radio.
A blessing from God to give you nothing but the joy of what?
Music.
The music.
It takes you somewhere.
Where?
Who-knows-where.
Now suddenly your body convulses in uncontrolled movements.
What is this?
Has the Devil entered you?
Surely not.
It's Dancing.
You can't stop.
It's a force in you.
Making your body twitch this way and that, spastically.
Here.
There.
Everywhere.
Your hair's a mess.
You don't care.
Who does when you have already been consumed by such a foolish act?
Nobody.
Then, oh why, God stops the blessing.
'What have I done? '
The beauty faded away slowly, but definitely.
No more music.
Forever? you think.
But no...
Because then, another familiar tune fills your ears and here comes the seizure.
No doctor is needed, though.
Because there is only one cure.
You know.
I know.
When you hear something better than any wrapped gift;
All you can do is:
Dance.
Sky Teal
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