The pounding beat diminishes and is replaced by a slow, rhythmic melody. Twirling fabrics surround me as I make my way through the human obstacle course. The heat created by bodies makes the dance floor unbearably hot. “It's like an Easy Bake Oven in here!” I think to myself. I make it to the edge of the floor and grab a front row seat. I am a people watcher. Rather than experience something, I would rather be part of an audience, part of the crowd.
An array of brightly colored dresses sweep across the floor under the direction of the men of their choice. Gentlemen embrace their ladies and cradle them in protection. One man whispers softly in his lady's ear. The woman gracefully pushes her head back and a giggle escapes her lips. “This guy is good,” I think to myself. “He has everything. How could someone like him mess up? He probably doesn't have a worry in the world.” I fix my eyes upon the man again. His white tuxedo displays his significant wealth. Light dances off his polished shoes. His appearance is perfect, every detail in place. His confidence comes from something more, though. This man exudes confidence.
Looking at this man, I think about my own self. First, I view my dull, box-like shoes. My eyes trail upward, looking painfully at my out-dated suit. Why can't my appearance resemble how I feel inside. Do I blend into the walls? Inside, I feel like the man who has it all. In reality, I'm the boy in the boxy shoes, pretending to dance with his lady.
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