The lights keep dancing.
Streaks of
Blue
Green
Yellow
Shoot out of magical black cylinders
Controlled by the magician behind them.
The rainbows move all through the room
Spotting the ceiling
Lighting a dark and empty stage.
Dazzled with colors, it seems more like heaven.
Astonished eyes of young children light up like halos.

The enormous arena echoes screams and squeals.
Hot air spills out of thousands of mouths.
Hot, so hot.
The heat accumulates until it becomes difficult to breathe.
Sweat stings their eyes
But they force them open to see the feats performed.

Three boys rise from the floor.
Just the sight of them releases a swarm of high pitched screams.
All of the rainbows now focused on them.
Girls nearly faint waiting for them to begin.
The lights dim and a wave of harmonic perfection blare from the speakers.
Jumps. Splits. Flips. Slides.
Loving remarks and marriage proposals from fans bounce off the walls.

Many struggle to find a view.
It does not matter. Just being there.
Screaming.
Jumping.
Dancing.
Experiencing it.
Living it.
Was all that mattered.