My fins scissor across the cool currents of the ocean as I swim about thoughtlessly, like every other day of my life. I pass a swirl of bright yellow bodies spinning, weaving in and out synchronously, a school of tuna sailing collectively, on the hunt for food and mates. Moving forward I come across the sea turtles soaring lazily through the clouds of fish, they have a nice life I think, existing so calmly and without much worry (other than the occasional grocery bag), but this lone lonely’ eel doesn’t have much going on at all. I’ve tried to make friends, but I scare the others away, my long slippery body and serrated smile isn’t very inviting. I’ve found the other eels to be quite troublesome too. One day, a couple of eels swam up to me during my daily sulking and asked if I’d like to join them at the latest party spot, The Net. I was wary at first, normally I don’t get invites to such places as I am not one to be deemed the life of the party, but nevertheless, I accepted because I’d very much like to make friends.
We traveled some way up, farther than I ever had until we saw tons of other sea creatures, a blur of shapes and colors dancing about to the roar of everyone’s unique noise, I had never seen anything like this and was in awe of the scene before me.
I stayed close to my new friends hesitant to give in to the trance of this party’s song, but the others fell in almost instantly, as if they movement and echoes and vibrations cast a spell on them. I tried copying the others, swaying side to side, careful my tail didn’t swipe anyone, but no one seemed to care about the brushing and pushing, so I let myself fall in rhythm, darting and fluttering this way and that way, becoming apart of this body like we were one. But then something broke the surface and plunged downwards, breaking me from my trance and I glanced at the others in question but none of them seemed to notice, or they noticed too late.
The pressure got heavy as I tried swimming out and away from the frenzy of fish and crustaceans fighting to break through the prison that appeared before them, my long slippery body allowed me to wriggle from the scene as fast as I could and thankfully, I caught on much faster than the others, perhaps because of my years of quiet observation. From a safe distance I watch as the eerie prison lured the rest of the party up and out of the water, but the cacophony of music never stopped, it only sped up and became greater. I guess I should’ve stayed for the afterparty, but it’s pretty late and my rock sounds very comfy right now.