Neon

We step in.
The air smells of sweat and smoke.
Metallic tables glisten under the lights.
Green. Blue. Yellow. Red.
We walk to the middle of the floor.
Everything is electrifying.
The people, dancing to the music.
The drums, steadily playing.
And me.
It feels like lightning is striking me.
Like the music is pulsing through my veins.
Every muscle is pounding.
Heart racing.
It's electricity.
It's silver.
It's neon.