And thus we dance. The base drops and we all jump in anticipation of our distorted high. The thrum of drums vibrate the ground and strike at my chest when my feet hit the floor.
Everyone's sweaty and pumped to the limit on adrenaline. Our voices left in the words of our favorite songs.
My hair flies around my face as we dance, led only by the rythm.
My arms fly around to unheard lyrics, and I hit several people next to me. I start giggling like a mad man at the looks strangers cast me.
Someone grabs my wrist and I giddily follow the stranger, twisting wildly as the music changes to a more profound song.
The base fills my lungs and I wrench my hand free of the stanger, throwing it the air, as directed by the voice blasting through the speakers.
When I'm finally dragged out of the croud, the strangers identity is revealed as I vaguely remember the friend of my childhood.
"Charlie?" I mumble.
"Come on, Loser," she says grouchily.
"That's a wordy dird."
She just rolls her eyes and pulls me out of the bright room. Lights flashed across her face as we move past the people.
I meander to her car, before collapsing into the seat, falling to the oblivion of sleep before I could even close the door. I'm such a lightweight...
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Short Stories
Short StoryWell. I'm pretty sure no one likes short stories, so I don't expect an audience. This is just stories I write for my own sake, be it practice, to help me through writers block, or keep an old idea close. For those that do read this, I hope you enjoy...
