Dancer from the Dance

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"Some of the dancers are on drugs and enter the discotheque with the radiant faces of the Magi coming to the Christ Child; others, who are not, enter with a bored expression, as if this is the last thing they want to do tonight. In half an hour they are indistinguishable, sweat-stained, ecstatic, lost. For the fact was drugs were not necessary to most of us, because the music, youth, sweaty bodies were enough...We lived for the music, we lived for the Beauty, and we were poor. But we didn't care where we were living, or what we had to do during the day to make it possible...There was a moment when their faces blossomed into the sweetest happiness, however -- when everyone came together in a single lovely communion that was the reason they did all they did; and that occurred around six-thirty in the morning, when they took off their sweat-soaked T-shirts and screamed because Patty Joey had begun to sing: "Make me believe in you, show me that love can be true."

-- excerpts from "Dancer From The Dance" by Andrew Holleran (1978 William Morrow and Company, Inc.)