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So, I asked for a picture and got it...
Here
It's friggen HARD! Tell me how I fair.
A circle of amused bordom forms on the cement, forged from walls of bodies and casually-crossed arms. In the center, for men stand, warriors of rebellion and throbing beats. Yet, despite their unified goal, they all seem isolated, molding themselves into their own world of concentration.
Blazen blue over bronze skin, the dancer in the front-right slows himself. His movements fluid and exact, pre-planned. Despite the chaos of the others, he remains calm, his own. The lowered angle of his head, the positioning of his wirey arms, his long legs, all whisper of India as a sudden shot in a sudden dance seems calmed by the prospect of immortality.
The back is dominated by a single figure, short red hair and matching freckles burning obviously even in the shadowy rear. His right foot stands, balancing his entire form for all eternity. Yet, the power he holds seems to almost eminate as he commands his large frame into just to position needed.
On the left, one man resides in the shadow. His torso pivited and his arm extended, he locks himself in almost a kata-stance. His body seems rigid, tence, ready to pounce, and his frowned brow screams of the concentration he holds.
Center stage, the man who's concentration is the power of the music surging through him. As his tongue hangs from his mouth, his body moves, flowing to his own rhythm. Glistening in sweat, his face masks the true focus his mind has, his eyes the only hint of anything outside the music coming from within.
And, thus it is, a dance caught in a second. A flash before immortality, destiny in the music captured on photo. And, yet, even in that moment, four individuals caught in the same circle, moving to the same beat, yet remaining their own entities, forever.