The beginning
I had to go there. Not that I didn't want to, but think about it as an adventure from a lost youth, something so good that could easily become "clouded" with bad attempt to relive a long gone times. Mostly those nights begin slow, lots of waiting, making me doubt. And so this time, nothing was certain. My cousin and I waited outside for 3 hours, watching the entrance of the club being built, as if it was never existed before, Guards, Barman and Barwoman showing up to work, big signs of beer labels being positioned and lines forming.
Finally, a young woman came to us. Giving her the tickets I bought two week earlier, she started asking my cousin if it was a good idea to bring me there, ignoring me completely. "There are going to be thousands of people" she told him. And then she left, seeking her manager, probably to "validate my right to party". Few minutes later, we went in. It's a BIG place. A big dance floor surrounded by a square "walk way", a few elevated dance platforms, an elevated couchs area, another room with dance floor and with big screens and more couches, another area outside and "relaxing" area with even more couches. Oh, By the way, the only accessible area to a wheelchair is that square "walk way". Any other place was with stairs!
decision
I could just go away in that moment. Just leave this so unwelcoming club. It was just too much. But I didn't. I had to make a decision and a decision I made: Tonight it's Fun Night!
I came to listen to the music of a DJ that came from another country, DJ ARMIN VAN BUUREN. So I stayed. Masses of people started to rush in, So many women wearing so little, some of them so young, some too young. The lights ware slowly changing according to the pretty much monotonous rhythm. Everybody danced, I still waited... something good is about to come, I knew.
I was moving. Every few minute, from one side of the "walk way" to the other, like an animal insisting to master the only territory it can move in. I tried not to hurt anyone by accidently driving over their feet, my mouth stuck in an automatic apologetic smile, saying without voice "excuse me, sorry, excuse me, sorry, thank you, excuse me, sorry, excuse me, sorry, thank you...", I did drove over few but nothing "fatal". And so it continued, with non-effective alcohol, I still... waited.
The Dream
My cousin was in the bathroom when suddenly something changed. Suddenly complex melodies started to form, the music was getting better. And then I understood, the night had started � my night had started. My cousin returned, informing me what I already knew, DJ ARMIN VAN BUUREN was giving his set. I felt my cloths moving, as if expecting to moves my body cannot move. The little hairs on my arms ware vibrating. It was amazing... my eyes ware shut close, dreaming but awake, dancing. I was really dancing and the masses of people ware dancing with me.
And then, there was a moment, the lights came on. All the hands in the air, like a part in a dream, a dream still to be dreamt... a Fantasy I know so well. And they were moving, reaching up to space, seeking the edge of the universe. I cannot move, I don't want to move, I'm in the music, almost swimming in that sea of hands that is right there in front of me. And all this is inside my mind. I imagine, I always imagining, infinite worlds where music can be touched.
It was wonderful. And even thou I'm probably too old for this, there is a place in my heart, a place not so small, where music and clubbing will always be a part of me. And as a very famous leader once said "I have a dream", but my dream, which is by far much more simpler, is that one day the right to party wouldn't be questioned. No matter what the disability is or how though life looks, there'll always be the joy of music for all.