SCENETORIAL
Dancing Space
Scenetorial By: Miss Raquel
Raquel@scenestermag.com
Picture yourself; you’re with your friends for a good night out of dancing in a club to hear your favourite DJ and for an overall good time.
You’re getting’ your groove on as your favourite DJ is droppin’ your favourite track, OK fine one of many favourites and all of a sudden this person who appears to be dancing to the beat of their own drum decides to dance right in front of you, so close they might as well be making a stamp on your shoes from the soles of theirs.
You look at this Jumping Bean with an expression saying, “What?” and you move slightly back to observe this Jumping Bean in front of you who has apparently no idea they’re not the only one on the dancefloor. So, you continue what you set out to do before your track is over which is to dance.
All of a sudden Jumping Bean is back and decides the dancefloor is theirs as they once again appear in front of you, but this time he or she bumps into you. They look at you with a blank expression and say, “Sorry” and continue to invade your space.
Here is my beef. I’m not talking about the assholes who try to wind up behind girls or pretend to dance as his hand swings just waiting for the opportunity to touch the girl’s ass, besides the desperation this expels this is a whole other Scenetorial.
My beef is dancing space. Everyone on the dancefloor is there doing the same thing and enjoying themselves, we all know it’s busy and bumping into someone accidentally is going to happen. This is the nature of the dancefloor, but why on earth do these Jumping Beans who know perfectly well you’re right there decide to fly into you like a 747 coming in for landing?
You see those who can dance, and I mean really can dance know where and when to pick their space. Those who can’t dance either don’t or do so ever so slightly in their tiny space near a wall.
It’s the Jumping Beans who think they’re excellent dancers and the rest of the dancefloor should know it. Sorry, Jumping Bean nobody cares.
I love music; I love to dance, especially to my favourite track or to my favourite DJ. No one, and I’m sure many will agree, wants any problems or to be bothered by someone constantly honing the dancefloor.
You see this is why you, the Jumping Beans have a home where you can dance and flail about all you want; in front of the mirror, with your frog, in front of your dog as he or she watches and wishes they were in their dog house, but you see that is your space. The public dancefloor is not.
Jumping Beans please mind who is dancing near you, respect others space and don’t nudge right in front of someone who clearly was there before you dancing and enjoying themselves.
All I’m expressing is respect thy dancing neighbour, enjoy your time and live it, love it, dance to it…in your own space.
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