Funky Fish

The tension rose. Everyone, exhausted from this seemingly long night was overcome by hysteria.

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The tension died. Everyone was thinking it, and feeling it, too. But no one said a word. That sensation of well being and high, sunk in each and every soul present in that place. Every bad feeling, every anger, everything… replaced by this bond that was made. For a moment, they were all at peace with each other. Quiet, and peaceful, a light seemed to shine upon them.

Could someone ever feel this much joy?
Is this the limit of it all?
Would it all be perfect from now on?
Have I found nirvana?

A certain feeling it was… a part energetic and excited, the other calm, and rested.
How can it be possible?

That night, they did manage the impossible. They connected. They bonded. All standing, they started to dance to a rythym they felt only in ther hearts… and the bass drum of the techno music coming out from those big-ass speakers. They danced. They smiled. They were all happy.
That hysteria overflowed them all again.

Until, one of them dropped to the floor, eyelids open, shivering non-stop.

The tension rose…
And the bond died…
… forever.