It’s a Thursday night, and while I should be studying for my AP Bio test on eukaryotic cells, I am standing with my friend in Central Park, waiting for the lights to dim. We chat and giggle with strangers, contemplating whether Pope Francis — who was right around the corner — would be making an appearance at this Walk the Moon concert. Everything seems relatively calm and organized, that is, until the thrum of a drumbeat begins and screams erupt from the audience around us.
Suddenly, we are chaos, belting out words we know by heart, swaying to the rhythm like it was flowing through our bloodstreams. Colors and flashes flourish before my eyes and I blend with my favorite songs, forgetting that I am a slightly crazed student, instead feeling like just a person dancing with my arms in the air. This is life, I think to myself, as I bop up and down to the chorus of Shut Up and Dance.