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THE FRONT
by
Jeremy
I could barely breathe.
So many bodies were pressed up against me.
Their perspiration was so great that the air had grown heavy with the humidity. My own clothes were glued to my body,
people’s hair would slap and attach it self to me.
I try to push forward but I can not find an opening.
A woman behind me screams and then the crowd pushes forward.
My tiny frame is crushed with the heave of bodies,
my arms locked against my chest,
making my left breast ache.
I move to the side and slide between two men who are completely exhausted. They are so removed from themselves,
but I use this to my advantage to pass through them.
The whole mass of people heaves forward again,
almost knocking me to the ground.
I grab onto a woman’s shoulder but she rips it off and gives me a dirty look.
I move forward again.
I begin to make progress but then suddenly a man falls in front of me,
nearly tripping me as he hits the floor.
I try to stop myself but the ground is so slick that I place my foot briefly on his back. A man sweeps me aside and several people help to pick him up.
He grimaces and they move back into the crowd.
I use this moment to pause and think,
possibly catch my breath.
The stench of smoke hangs in the air, burning my lungs.
I begin to cough violently.
I want to grab on to someone
but everyone is too slick and greasy for me to even grasp on.
I begin to claw frantically as the crush of people close in on me.
Suddenly I see the advantage I have by being smaller than the rest.
The people around me seem to be only men at this point,
which I find intimidating.
I can see lights breaking through the holes in peoples bent arms and slightly over their shoulders.
A thick fog, hangs in the air.
The sound is deafening, and I wish I could cover my ears,
but my arms are tacked to my sides.
I maneuver my way in.
One man yells and spits at me.
I duck down though to get away,
but I hit another wall of people.
The lights ahead are blinding.
The vibration from the noise makes it difficult to even think.
The light that breaks through the flailing arms burns my eyes.
I slip through two more bodies and I’m hurdled against a gate.
The black steel rubs into my arms.
It seems if as if my ribs could crack.
I try to compose myself and look ahead.
And there he was.
Standing before me, with smoke swirling behind him.
I nearly begin to cry, I cannot believe I have come this far.
I am so afraid.
I can barely handle being so close to this man.
And there he was.
It seems like he was staring directly at me.
Everyone around me screams louder than before.
I want to hide.
He steps right in front of me and looks down.
Suddenly he looks at me.
I’m confused.
I look around me but I’m surrounded by sweaty men.
He waves, yelling and smiling at me to reach out.
I am so frightened and lightheaded.
Finally I grasp his hand.
I allow myself to be pulled over the barricade,
the steel nearly taking the flesh off my legs.
I stand beside him and I cannot believe what is happening.
I look out to the audience before me, all the swaying bodies I passed before.
Then I look forward and there he is, the Boss, in the flesh.
I begin to sway. And he sways as well.
We begin dancing.
And there I am, bouncing to the beat with The Boss
“Dancing In The Dark”.
THE END
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