The year was 1985
Walking along the sidewalk of neon sparkling Soho was the sarcastic but socially timid Rick Pratt
A young man in his early 20s he was dressed quite plainly
Jeans, and a shirt with a loose blazer
He experienced 1985 before this was one of those many times
He decided to visit the local nightclub
He had a grey shirt, plain trousers and trainers on not usual nightclub attire but he wasn't really a party person so he focused on Pac-man which he was not good at
when suddenly he saw a beautiful punk man dancing on the dance floor to The Clash.
Rick tried to ignore the punk but he noticed him
He tried to run off but the punk kept gesturing to him moving his head in his direction when he wasn't moshing
“Pardon?” Rick said unable to sense the gesture due to the loud atmosphere
“Right” the punk mumbled before he ran over to Rick and dragged him to the dance floor to join him
“You're going to enjoy this” the punk shouted before Rick started to mosh
Swaying his body in an animated fashion like that of a vintage cartoon character
The crowd was crashing like a wave except covered in spike studs and band logos
Rick felt like a stammering Ian Curtis as he clambered making sure he didn't hit anyone
He ended up clambering with that punk from earlier.
Part of Rick wanted to enjoy this cool “rebellious” activity but the other felt like he was ruining the event simply by being there.
He felt uneasy he didn't want anyone thinking anything weird was going on.
Rick was unsure about the concept of moshing but tried to continue anyway.