Last Saturday I participated in my first Flash Bob in Central Park, a queer spin-off of a more traditional flash mob. We practiced under the Naumburg Bandshell, a 1920s neoclassical coffered half dome that serves as an amphitheater. We spent the first few hours of practice dissolving the shame and self-consciousness that gets in the way of believing in your own delusion —necessary for formulating immaculate vibes. Confidence and joy behind the eyes enlivens the dancer from robotic choreography. It is what makes a flash bob infectious. And we all need a bit of that contagious energy these days.