Must. Dance. More. Aggressively.

At first it seemed like nothing much. Just a slight tingling in the back of his mind, somewhere deep behind his eyes, rooted in amongst the folds of his brain. When he walked around, his legs felt slightly lighter than normal and there was an extra spring to his step, but that was all.

As he continued his way through the rain, he realized it didn't bother him. It had been quite some time, trekking through the precipitation towards their next destination. But it didn't matter. His coat was soaked through, weighing him down, pressing against his back and shoulders. The water had made its way through his hair, running down his face, cascading off his nose in a constant drip. At one point, before the rain had begun, it was chilly. The air kept trying to steal his breath - pushed through the seams of his clothing by the breeze. Now though, it all felt managable. To his surprise, somewhere deep down in his core, he felt a hint of warmth beginning to resonant. Working its way through his chest and into his limbs. It was beginning to take affect.

Once they were in, coats checked, and oriented, its grip was noticeably stronger. The world around him seemed so alive. Buzzing. The people that walked by spoke in tongues he didn't understand, but he could hardly pay attention - they all just looked so beautiful. Unlike anyone else he had ever seen before. Once he noticed the colors his mind kicked into overdrive. The walls around him were glowing, pulsating from brilliant reds to neon greens and vibrant blues.

But there was something else more important.

Somewhere deeper within the club, he could hear the bass. Feel the beat. Pumping away, echoing out towards him. Making its ways around the corners of the hallway in front of him, right into his mind. It pulled him forward. The darkness of the hallway seemed to envelope him - stretch on forever. He had never been there. Didn't know where he was going. But it didn't matter - he welcomed it, curious what was on the other side of the abyss. As he continued forward, he held out his hand, only wanting to embrace it. Feel it against his skin. But before he could ever reach it, it disappeared into a mass of people. One giant crowd, bouncing up and down amongst the beams of light that played off the ceiling.

They had made it.

He didn't know how long he had been standing there. It felt like it had been years, but someone from his group grabbed him and pulled him into the masses. Then the dancing begun. It was music he had never heard before, but somehow his body recognized it. Finding all the right spots. Moving to the beat.  At times he swore his eyes were closed for hours, lost in the music and the swaying of his head. Every now and then someone would tap his shoulder and bring him back to reality - the little baggy right before his eyes. It was his turn. One large crystal remained and it was all his. When his finger brushed his tongue, he grimaced. It was bitter. But he knew what it would bring. Pure bliss.

It wasn't long before the last dose kicked in. There was no warning. It didn't ease in. It just grabbed hold and refused to let go. Down the rabbit hole he fell.

What had just been dancing before turned into his existence. Nothing else mattered. He no longer had control of his body. The music was in charge - holding the strings. He was just its marionette, dangling among everyone else. It took residence in his brain, trapped between his ears, driving his legs to keep moving. As he continued to groove, the world around him was having as much fun. The flashing lights played in his pupils, brighter than anything he had ever seen - the haze lingering in the air added a wonderful glow, as if he wasn't on Earth anymore. Everything was just do damn beautiful.

His cheeks hurt. There literally was nothing else in his brain except for the beat of the music, yet he couldn't stop smiling. His skin tingled whenever he brushed up against someone else, eagerly wanting him to make contact again. The sweat was pouring. Clinging his clothing against his body. He was so warm. But so comfortable. Around him everyone else was having just as much fun. Dancing, laughing, smiling. All he wanted to do was run out and introduce himself to everyone. Become their friends. Share the moment with them. Hug them. Hear them. Touch them. He was just so happy. He could feel it welling up in his chest - beyond capacity. He was going to burst. Explode like a giant firework in the middle of the dance floor - shooting brilliant light and confetti everywhere. He needed to release it somehow. But he couldn't break free from the music.

He was possessed.

And he didn't want it any other way.