March 28th, 2012

She danced with rhythm but no style. A mixture of arms flailing like Seinfeld’s Elaine and a downhill skier. I’d never seen someone feel music that way, it was strange but captivating. The vibe was strong, at Rumors in this crowded night club we kept dancing near each other but not with each other, circling like a buzzard and it’s prey. The red beams made her blond hair and fair skin glow red. Her eyes flickered upwards.

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