Dance Floor With The Anticipation example essay topic

It was one of those nights that the sky was clear and the stars were visible. I had just defeated the stress of finals and was now ready to be back in action; the late night activity of the San Francisco underground scene was calling my name. It is where a person could go and walk down one street and probably visit at least 30 clubs by doing this. There was a particular flavor I was in search of this night, something that could make me exert my body to its fullest extent.

I needed to go and release some stress by dancing at a club, I needed to let loose. When my friends Mike, Christina and I arrived in San Francisco our first destination was the Cat Club. It was a seedy little place hosted the break beat and jungle music. It wasn't much to look at it, with its dark entrance and several vagrants sleeping in the street near the entrance. A different crowd hung out there. It was a mixture of old dance party burnouts and very young ambitious club-goers.

I felt confident though, I was going to go in there and knock the crowd's socks off. I was in my best fits (outfit); I was wearing my black old school Adidas running suit with white stripes, and a black Kangol hat. The Adidas Superstar shoes that I was wearing had my white fat laces in them, to add a little flavor, but the shoes themselves looked almost war torn; they were scared from many other late nights. As the line moved forward closer to the entrance of the club, I could feel the pulsating vibes of the music like a gust of wind every time the door was opened to allow other patrons into the club. It sounded wild in there, I was outside and I wanted to be in there so bad.

Just the sound of the music and feeling of the vibration was making me more anxious then ever. I felt like a little kid waiting for Christmas. I needed to be inside, on the dance floor, just it and me. I was going to dance tonight.

Suddenly, the line had stopped. What was going on? This couldn't be happening I needed to be inside; I needed to feel weightless and sweaty from some fast paced break dancing. My legs were jittery with anticipation.

I felt like I was going to go mad. Mike being as pushy as he usually is walked up to the bouncer and in his English accent said to him, "Oie, what's the hold up, why are we still standing outside freezing our bullocks off?? ?" The bouncer looked at him with amazement that someone would actually approach him that way. I heard him say very humbly, that the bathroom had been backed up so they needed to clean the overflow and it would be about 33 minutes; he said that they didn't want to let anymore people in so it wouldn't intensify the mess.

It was understandable, but I was now at the edge. Mike walked back and looked over he knew without saying anything that I had heard what the bouncer said. Not a word was said for about 5 minutes until Christina began whining, "I am so bored waiting in line just is not fun! My clothes are too expensive to just be standing here in the street! As pretty as I am she be the first one in, god damn it! !" She was a bit self-centered.

She loved to play the displaced glamour queen. I didn't pay much attention to her; I just needed to dance! At this point it felt as though all of the stress that had built up from school was coming back tenfold. I hated waiting in line at clubs it was the worst thing to do. Usually you would know someone at the club and they would put you on the "list" or the line moved pretty quick. I felt like a social reject waiting in line with people that I had never noticed in any club before.

I sat here and wondered where the hell were most of theses people when I was in there? The people that were closest to me in the line seemed as though they were from another planet. These must have been the people who hide in the dark crevices of the club. The ones that I have heard about, but never knew that they really existed. The pill-poppers, crack heads, and socially undesirable and I was in line right next to them. I looked at my watch and with disbelief only six minutes had passed.

All I could think about is wanting to get inside and dance, but then I looked around at the people again and my mind was going crazy, I knew were I wanted to be and it wasn't next to shiny plastic jewelry that was reflecting off of the outdoor lights and blinding me in the face. The three-eared bunny with flashing ears in front of me didn't help with my discontent from waiting in line. I was annoyed, I with the people in line, but for the most part I was annoyed at the fact that there I was right outside the club the door was probably only about 5 feet away and I couldn't get in. I could hear the music and cheers or the people inside, and here I was in line. Christina stamped one of her spiky black high heel shoes against the pavement and stepped about three feet to the side of the line, Mike asked where she was going and she remarked that she was going to use her phone.

Who was she calling? Our savior? Someone that could get us in the club? She had connections; she was a huge sce nster that everybody loved and wanted to be around. Mike walked over to her and whispered something in her ear what was up.

I couldn't hear them, but their expressions said that they had some sort of plan. Christina hung up her phone and looked over at the bouncer and laughed; she had some fiendish plan. She looked so sexy; her sassy stance in her black leather pants, black leather high heels, and her very low cut black shirt, with that long black hair and her exotic eyes. One could see why she was so desirable she was like the early 70's Sharon Stone in the movie Casino. She could get anything she wanted. But the thing about Christina is that she is still really down to earth despite her vanity.

Hopefully she could find a way in for us. Mike walked Christina over to the bouncer. I was really curious to see what was going to happen. Christina herself is devious, but both her and Mike, we were definitely going to get into the club.

Mike walked up to the bouncer and said something to him. I couldn't hear because he was very quiet about what he said. He pointed to Christina and then she walked over to the bouncer and she said something, I am not too sure what, all I heard was "do you know... ". They looked like 2 salespeople up there making a pitch to why they should be admitted into the club.

I became a little more alert to what was going on upfront. Call me crazy, but it looked as though the bouncer said we could go in. Were my eyes deceiving me? Mike held up three fingers and, pointed at him and Christina and then at me; it must be true. For that night three had become my lucky number, I loved the number three, it meant that three of them were going to get and I was the third! Mike walked over and grabbed me.

I watched as the astonished faces of the people in line looked at my friends and I walk to the head of the line and into the venue. A wash of relief came over me. I was just steps away from becoming a dancing machine. I had been practicing all of my break moves strong and hard and also had about 3 gallons of stress to pour out my pores. I was going to be inside, where everyone outside wanted to be. No more blinding plastic jewelry or three eared bunnies, I was going inside where good times waited.

We just walked right in and didn't have to pay a dime. As the door opened I could feel the vibrating of the effervescent music pushing against my body. It was loud, hard, and good. It was just pounding throughout the corridor from the entrance to the dance floor; it was something surreal. As the door shut behind us it was as if we were walking away from the light to the dark. The interior of this place was real seedy looking; the walls had been painted black and the only lighting inside was red or some purple neon bulbs behind the bar, but that didn't matter I was going to dance my ass off.

As we came closer to the dance floor Christina through her fingers over her nose and yelled, "What the hell is that F&$! N smell?" She was right, what was that smell? It was something almost awful that came over me. The smell was reminiscent of a back ally in San Francisco that many bums lived in with a lot a lot of cats a large dumpster. It was an overwhelming stench of urine! The smell was so bad as if several people had walked through the club and urinated everywhere possible.

What we later found out was that only did the toilet over flow, but the cities sewage in the area backed up and discharge sewage in most of the area restrooms. When we arrived to the dance area, there were several people dancing in what appeared to be about 3 inches of sewage water! What made it worse was that the club was packed with so many people that on top of the water on the floor the room were musty and dripping of perspiration, which intensified the horrible smell. The whole place from top to bottom was smelly and wet, but people didn't care they continued to groove to the good music.

Christina refused to walk down the steps into the murky water. The three of us debated on what our next move was going to be. I didn't care what I had to dance in waited for so long in anticipation for the chance to dance that I wasn't going to let a little sewage stop me. So I picked Christina up and set her on the other side of the room where they had a raised platform with a bar. I attempted to talk my friends into coming out onto the dance floor, but they wouldn't budge, they looked very displeased with the current conditions of the club. Mike said, "I think I am going to stay hear and just have a couple of drinks".

They were not happy, but knew that I wanted to be here so they just went along with it. I proceeded towards the dance floor with the anticipation of getting down and showing off my smooth moves. The floor was a bit slippery, but it was the price that you pay sometimes going out to the clubs. What I have learned is to expect the unexpected sometimes when going out in San Francisco; like three- eared bunnies for instance. I stepped into my usual position, right in from of the speakers, to warm up for the night. I could feel the music vibrating through my skin and hitting my internal organs.

For some reason the loud pulsating music was a bit comforting. I began to dance; starting out very slow and getting a little bit faster after becoming familiar beat in the track. The floor was so slippery though; it was hard to keep my grip while dancing fast. I continued to dance and began more technical moves, I was determined that the water wasn't going to keep me down.

I decided it was time to get live. I began to do a windmill (I very technical spinning dance move), I looked up and there was a three-eared bunny with blinking ears dancing erratically right next to me. He bumped into me! I was going so fast I lost control. I went flying! The pain the excruciating pain!

My ankle was broken, I was couldn't move too well, all I wanted to do was to dance a little. Christina and Mike jumped up and ran over to me. Mike helped me up while frantic Christina ran outside to hail a cab. We were inside the club a total of 30 minutes and all the anticipation and waiting was for nothing. Three hours later here I am, with a broken ankle and with a faint smell of urine on my clothes from when I landed on the floor after my fall. All of my anticipation and annoyance was pointless.

I won't be able to dance or go out for months and even then my ankle won't be the same. So the next time I am out and dancing I know to beware of the any three-eared bunny I see.