Oh no! What are they doing? The party was going fine, wasn’t it? We were chatting, smirking, nibbling, nodding. We were sipping Prosecco, swapping bons mots, stealing glances. We were considering clothes, comparing canapés. It was all good. But now they’re handing out headphones. The enthusiasts are enthusing. The leaders are leading the charge to the floor. What the hell... It’s a silent disco bah! There they are with their bright smiles and nervous energy. They lock eyes and lock arms and jump around. Their floral patterned party shirts flow with the music. Fingers point, hips sway, toes curl. They mouth the lyrics of some shared iconic song. But to us the songs play unheard. Just the shuffle of shoes on the parquet and the occasional whoops of euphoric joy. It's f***ing boring :( We stand to one side, pretend it’s not happening. I’ll remain aloof, continue the conversation. I’ll resist invitations, defy provocations. I hate the silent disco! Now I’m feeling awkward. We’re still here in our huddle, pretending not to notice, pretending not to care. We’re resistant to movement. But we know that the party has moved on. We are the periphery of attention. There’s a tug at my sleeve, a whisper in my ear. Maybe I’ll just check what they’re playing right now. I reach for the headphones. My heart melts. Now I have succumbed… I’m lost in music, caught in a trap. There’s no turning back, no stopping us now. So we jump to the beat. Now I love https://silentdisco.de