“You should get a light show!” she says as the blaring music fills the bar room and bright strobe lights reflect off of the floor.
“Huh?” I replied completely perplexed, with one drink in my system. “What’s a light show?” She laughs and points me toward this girl wearing white gloves with bright, multi-colored neon lights flashing continuously in an unpredictable pattern.
I’m entranced. “It’s even better when you’ve taken something to enhance it,” my friend tells me.
The white-gloved girl waves her Christmas-lighted hands in quick circles and lines and unnameable polygons in front of my soon-to-be deejaying friend’s face. Her jubilee hands move in and out all around his face, coming within millimeters of his eyes and skin.
Logic tells me it’s only hands, lights, and random gestures. But I’m hypnotized. This light show . . . I want to experience.