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Clap. Clap. Clap.
Her hands lightly hit each palm, her fingertips lingering in the beat, her chest rising each time she heard it.
Her toes curled gently, her neck loosening to such extent she could feel its weight as her eyes shut, and she felt her senses drown.
She was gone.
Her lips failed to resist the tingle. That promise of a smile that lined her skin as her hands began to beat harder against each other.
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Raising one hand she ran it through her hair, dropping it to her waist as her body moved, a voice calling out in notes, driving her to dance, clasping her heart in beats, in rhythm, in soul, and controlling it.
She spun in circles, feeling notes travel across her neck and through her ribs, that fire, that drive, it began to course through each crevice of her skin as her feet dragged across wooden ground, her cold toes pulling up against gravity.
She was lost in this voice. She smiled, she closed her eyes tightly, tilted her head back and breathed deeply, taking in each crevice of soul and passion in the song, surrendering herself to each and every hit, every bit, every guitar strum, every drum, and she just spun.
She was gone, from the world, from this room, from the floor beneath her, and the roof above her. To her, she had nothing, she was nothing, she was lost in everything, and through it all, she smiled so unashamedly, so blissfully, in this freedom.
The fire within her ribs rose and rose, penetrating through her skin, her fingers flexing with each beat, her wrists becoming loose, her arms no longer her own. Music pulled at her legs, her waist, her stomach, her neck, like a puppet, each note pulled each string.
Her heart beat in time, she swore it. She swore her pulse ended with each break, her heart freezing with each emotion as she spun and spun, smiling broader with each move.
Her voice rose, she could resist no words as her chest rung out beats of feeling, as her teeth clicked against her tongue, her head raised to the sky as she sung, and her words fighting with that smile.
In that moment, as her body left her, as all her senses shut down, as she drowned, each crevice of her vanishing, she could think of no better feeling. She could remember no greater freedom, no greater strength nor satisfaction.
Her feet spun faster and faster, skipping across one another, her legs twisting quicker and quicker, her hands ringing in each beat, tearing each crevice of reality with each claw through the air, and she just sung, and smiled. Until the songs final beat.