Adrenalin Junky

February 24, 2012
By Brianna Azar BRONZE, Montgomery, Illinois
Brianna Azar BRONZE, Montgomery, Illinois
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The rush. The pounding in your heart, mind. The loss of breath. The hype of the moment.
Maybe at the highest of heights looking face down at concrete 120 feet below you.
Count down begun- three… two… one…
The only thing holding onto you is a bungee cord and harness. Swinging front and back above the platform you were lifted from. Heart racing.
Thump. Thump.
Mind lost in the sky. The fresh scented breeze through your hair. Defying gravity.
Flying almost free.
Maybe you see your favorite band. They begin to play fast, heavy, loud. Your friends hoist you up, above and forward into the crowd.
Thump. Thump.
The hands of strangers upon your body, holding you above them,
tossing you closer towards the stage.
Towards the music.
Thump. Thump.
Closer to the pounding bass.
Thump. Thump.
Heart racing faster and faster.
Thump. Thump.
Almost on the stage, lifted by the music, standing aside the lead singer, bassist, guitarist.
Thump. Thump.
Dive back into the crowd.
Thump. Thump.
The smell and taste of sweat and emotion on your tongue.
They pass you back above them yet again.
Heart still racing
Thump. Thump.
That feeling.
The reason to live,
to breathe,
blood rushing.
All thoughts lost.

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