Red Writing Hood: Shall We Dance?

She scans her iPod for the song. She needs to feel the passion that the song evokes in her being. Passion for the touch of another person. The need to feel warmth and desire and love only come occasionally for her, and the risk of actually seeking it out from another human being is too great. But the music, that song, triggers all the longing, passion, and desire that she wants so badly.

The opening strains of the song give her goose bumps all up and down her arms. Her body begins to sway and warm as she is transported to another place and time. A place where safety is not an issue; a place where it is okay to relax and feel and open to the music and the sensations. 

The pace and tempo of the music begin to increase and her heart rate rises with it. Passion – to feel such passion from music is amazing. If only she could transport these feelings to share with him. Why can she abandon herself to the music, but not to him? 

The strength of the male character is equaled by the strength of the woman. She’s never experienced that. She’s always been the weaker one; the lesser one; the conquered. The music tells her it doesn’t have to be that way. Passion could be equally strong for each of them. What would it be like to experience that?

The music crescendos toward its final notes. She pictures herself in his embrace with a sense of anticipation and exhilaration. She wants this to be her reality, not just her dream. But how to trust enough to make it happen? What will be required of her that will allow her to experience such abandon? 

As the music fades away, so does her hope. It’s a fantasy to imagine that she could be with someone else and feel those things. The only feelings she has with another person are terror and self-loathing. The music is not reality, at least not hers. Music is just a fantasy for people like her.

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