Doorman,

Guardians at the Gate,

A barrier not just physical but mental.

Stalled.

Impatient.

Anxious.

1995, Brighton, nostalgia.

The Escape Club, a sanctuary for wandering souls.

Sculpted 3D metal pass, my ticket to the unseen.

Tunnel,

Darkness,

Base,

Shadows,

Freedom.

Approaching the Guardians, 3D metal pass in a sticky grasp.

Descending into darkness, the base crashes through the wall.

A distant glow,

Swinging doors reveal a hidden world.

Warmth rushed past, enveloping me.

The potent mix of sweat, beer and freedom fills the air,

Green laser etch electric stories upon the  silhouettes in the dark,

And then the clarity of the beats.

Progressive House

Tribal House

Electro House

Acid House

A Red Stripe in Hand, cool and liberating.

I moved, swayed, and a danced amidst the silhouettes.

Queue or not, escape is within.

Dance, move, find my rhythm.

Every place is an escape if the soul dances freely.

Choose the rhythm, ignore the confines.

Lessons from the dark, laser-lit room:

Keep a beat kept alive in the imagination.

Dance on.

Craft your escape.

Freedom transcends the physical.

Becoming a mindset.

A lifestyle.