Wait until the music's over

50. Xanadu, Donna Summer and Dave Gahan in leather pants (Pt. 2)

Stone's words don't immediately have sense to me and I keep on looking for Angie's face behind the figure that's slowly moving during the intro of I feel love by Donna Summer and incidentally wears a shirt of the same color as the one Angie had bought before I took her to the hotel and left her there with Stone, while I went grocery shopping so I could at least offer her a decent breakfast tomorrow. Only when she turns towards me in a sinuous body roll I connect the dots and figure out it's her. She smiles at another girl dancing in front of her and nails some robotic moves of her head, shoulders and arms, alternating those and other smoother and suppler hip moves, which become faster and almost serpentine-like as the music swells. I'm basically hypnotised and it looks like the stupid scene of a teen b-movie, but I walk through the dancefloor without even noticing, while her body moves in such a sexy way, in rhythm with this electronic music I fuckin' hate but in this moment is contributing to some kind of mystic hallucination. The best thing is Angie's not trying to be sexy at all, unlike the girl dancing with her in a leopard jumpsuit and probably most of the people here tonight. She's not trying, she simply is, as she slowly bends her knees and lowers down wiggling her hips and almost touches the table top, then stands up straight right away, so focused on the music as if she wanted to become one with it. She doesn't even look around and apart from when she gives a knowing look at her table companion, she's got her eyes closed all the time or she's looking up at the colorful lights of the club and a big smile on her face. She doesn't even notice when a guy climbs over the table with the help of the other girl and starts moving around behind her. She doesn't even notice me, just standing there like a stick, in the middle of the dancefloor, staring at her like a loser. I'd like to get close and say hi but at the same time I don't wanna stop the amazing show she's giving me without knowing, so I just wait for her to turn towards me once again and notice my static presence.

"EDDIE!" I can hear her scream my name right when the song's volume is turned down abruptly and something else starts playing at the same time but it's immediately stopped. I knew djs here were bad but not this much.

"Hey hi" I can see her jumping down the table and if she doesn't crash over me is just for a matter of inches, unfortunately. She makes up for the missed collision throwing her arms around my neck soon after. I'm starting to get used to these hugs...

"You're a mix between David Cassidy and Tony Montana, you look good!" I lean down a little so she can yell into my ear and drown out the music.

"It wasn't exactly the effect I was looking for, I was thinking more of David Bowie in the video of Life on Mars..." what the fuck, I don't care, she could as well say I look like a groom cake topper and it'd be fine and I should just shut up, why making the point?

"Al Pacino is hot though, you know?" she explains as she keeps on swaying with disco music and the fact she doesn't stop dancing as she talks kind of troubles me.

"So you're saying I'm hot too" the fuck am I doing? Am I flirting??

"You don't need anyone to tell you" Angie shakes her head and answers without really answering of course, damn woman!

"I like how... you know... what you did... on your face" I point at my face and hers, using gestures because it looks like I forgot my own language.

"You mean make up"

"Yes! Exactly! You ehm, you did a good job" what the fuck am I talking about?

"Thanks, can you repeat this to Meg next time you meet her? She always tells me I'm totally incapable. Uh I love this song!" she starts jumping, making conversation more difficult, as if it wasn't already unfluent enough because of me. I nod yes and start sort of flailing around without logic sense.