The Beat

I found the curiosity of group drumming. Let's back up to last Saturday, before Mother's day. I was shopping around for some type of gift. Maybe something that would be good enough. I discovered this festival, the Green Living festival. Upon walking into the festival I noticed a drumming circle. I gingerly stopped the conversation I was having and entered onto this bus. Around me, I saw every type of drum that you could think of. Ethnically, they were African but the origin does not matter when you are enjoying yourself. The leader was a socialite. He immediately greeted me and handed me a drum. I was the intruder in the circle, so I let myself adapt to the rhythm. Little by little, my hands began to sync with the beat. Soon, the thunder of the drum was all that was audible. It was my first time ever touching a drum, although I am an avid guitar player. After my moment on the bus, I exited reluctantly to enjoy the other oddities of the festival. I discovered other cultures and lifestyles, but nothing was as exhilarating as the drum circle.