Bass in My Boots

A low, rhythmic thrum pulled me straight toward the black speaker on the bottom shelf! The vibration hummed right through the floorboards. I climbed onto a stacked pile of CD jewel cases to get closer to the mesh front. Every time the heavy kick drum dropped, the pulse pushed air against my hands like an invisible high-five! I couldn't just stand there. I dropped into a squat, popped my shoulder to the beat, and let the bass guide my feet into a sharp, energetic routine. The mesh grille buzzed right beneath my palms. Dancing right next to pure sound hits entirely different!