Week 9 Prompts. 40. The best part of this story is the part I can't tell...

She makes her way over to the hill. She feels this uncontrollable desire to sit directly in front of the stage, but can't explain it. Normally a very self-conscious person, she doesn't care about the crowds of people all around. When she finds the perfect spot, she lays her jacket down to sit on. It is a cold October day but she doesn't feel it which is strange because she can feel everything. 
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She moves to the music without effort. She can feel it in her bones, it doesn't just permeate her ears, but her entire body. The notes flow through her so organically, she isn't thinking about anything else. She has never heard this song before, but it feels like she has. She can anticipate the next riff before it even happens. Her hands weave in and out at exactly the right moments. Her body sways as she lets the music overcome her.
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What seems like minutes must be hours as the sun falls and the moon rises. The man in front of her dances in an impossible way. She thinks to herself, 'How can he move like that?' It is unnatural. She can't bare to look at him, yet can't look away. It seems as if he is going in fast and slow motion at the same time. She decides it must be time to find the tent and lay down and does so, but she doesn't sleep. Lights flash through all sides of the vinyl tent and they fascinate her. She hears the tent zipper but doesn't look away from the zooming neon lights.