Tata tana tata tana tata tana…
The electro beat continuously looped like the wet dream of a disc jockey. It was sweet like honey and addictive like narcotics.
It flashed familiar colors on the retinas of its listeners—purple and violet.
It looped and looped, its tempo rising higher.
And when every element of that song—every instrument—synchronized, one could hear the anthem of The City.
It sent charged pulses through the atmosphere and shook the very fibres of human skin.
It was loud and boisterous, as if it could envelope the entire city in its zeal.
It excited the hairless apes, incentivized them to pound the ground with their feet. Like sirens, the music vibrated through their skulls, sending an impulsive signal to move.
With a drink in hand and a lover in sight, they danced.
They weren't beautiful, nor were they ugly. Simply put, they were the heartbeat of the city.
