Close To Me

The strobe lights flickered in perfect sync with the relentless 140 BPM, igniting the energy of the packed crowd. The air buzzed with anticipation, the kind that made your chest tighten in the best way possible. Among the sea of bodies, Ella was completely lost in the music, letting the rhythm take control.

The buildup surged, the melody dancing above the driving bassline. And then it hit—a voice, crystalline and haunting, whispered: “Close to me... stay close to me...” The sound wrapped around her, pulling her into its orbit.

She turned her head, and time seemed to slow despite the rapid tempo pounding through the speakers. A stranger locked eyes with her—a connection forged in the chaos. He didn’t say a word, but his gaze mirrored her exhilaration.

As the drop exploded, a burst of euphoria shot through the room, making the floor tremble beneath their feet. He reached out a hand, and she grabbed it, their movements perfectly in sync with the relentless drive of the track.

The music soared higher, faster, and freer. Together, they danced, their hearts racing as fast as the beat, sharing a moment neither could explain. The crowd disappeared, the world faded, and there was only the music—and each other.

When the final note played, the voice returned, softer now: “Stay close to me...” He smiled, still holding her hand. In that moment, Ella knew she wasn’t just leaving with the memory of the music. She had found something far more powerful—a rhythm they now shared.