The tinned notes of the music begin in a rhythmic loop,
but your heart skips a beat - a second winds down into infinity
as your fingers let go.
Your eyes make more motion than your leaden feet are able to.
Your shoulders are weighed down like steel armor.
Your shallow breathing seems to echo louder than the sound you're supposed to dance to.
Until the party is crashed by utter silence.
You become part of the stirred stampede.
Your hand reaches out into the beyond
but you see everyone else has done the same.
It's a marathon in a matter of milliseconds.
You grasp a chair - any chair - like it's an iron throne.
You look at the faces of everyone smiling.
But behind your invisible round table, you see the tight lips and teary eyes of those who were too late in the game.
It's a brief victory until the music comes around,
and you take a stand once more.