“Just move with the music!”
Erin was awkward. I hadn’t even noticed the night before, but she didn’t really dance—she just stood in once place and kind of nodded her head to the beat. And I found myself giving her an impromptu dance lesson to a Type O Negative song.
She tried, in her own way. I grabbed her hands and we danced together, but it didn’t help her to loosen up much. She jumped with me, but she wouldn’t so much as sway a little bit. Couples all around us danced and ground on each other. People danced the same way I was, moving their bodies to the beat, and some people sang along. The air smelled like twenty different perfumes and another twenty different colognes, and like beer and sweat. Red and blue lights flashed and pulsed. I kept trying to get Erin to just move.
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