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I just want to say I love you both and you'll be together forever because you're perfect for each other," She lifted her glass, and given her extreme dislike of public speaking, I was shocked that her speech lasted for so long. "My best friend will always be my best friend because the best friends never have to act fake. You need assistance, and I'm here to provide it. I'll also be your shining light," Daya smiled at me as the music began, took my hand, and forced me to dance with her.

The words of black ink and swirl lettering. "I want to fly To dream To dance With words Set to wing That bow not out But pirouette Like an Angel On a pin Spinning In syllabled joy To feel the loft And lift And gift afloat Of windswept muse And become the word Ballet." I looked up at Alex,my lips quirking upwards into a closed mouth smile."Thank You. You really know how to cheer me up."I stood from my stool and hugged him. "I'm your Best Friend,it's my Job. I was saving that one especially for today,and I'm glad that I did because you needed it."He chuckled lightly.

"Ridiculous dancing, loud music, sweaty people, unnecessary shouting, worthless games, meaningless hookups. The list goes on. I don't appreciate random filth sticking their bodies to me, rubbing themselves, and dancing like idiots just for the sake of ‘feeling the music, living free, and getting wild’. Utterly ridiculous." "It's not ridiculous, it just depends on the intention. Take me for example. I dance not to impress, but to just let the music take over my body and have a good time with my friends. I don't need to rub my behind against a total stranger, or tolerate sweaty beasts running their hands over my—"

She shouldn’t, he really shouldn’t, because she can give nothing but good company this night as this man thinks Jane heard the song in the background, couldn’t believe the irony and started laughing. Too Close for Comfort, a Sinatra classic. “What?” asked Richard, smiling at her. “That’s fine,” she grinned at him and chose to say the first thing that came to her mind, “I never thought you’d make such a good dancer.”

Abel A year ago The music blasting in the speakers feels sensational in a funny way. Whoever said music is like a drug didn’t lie. I might feel a little too old to go to the dance floor, but I never pass a chance to enjoy the music. That is always the main reason I come to the club on the weekends because it helps me disconnect from reality for a couple of hours. I try not to drink too much that I get a hangover, but I try to have fun at the same time, and if I am in a good mood, I might just get a new friend for the night. My friends have warned me millions of times to stray from party girls, but the one thing they don’t get is that they are really good. Plus they never ask for commitment,

“Adrian, playing with fire can burn you.” I lowered my gaze. A flicker of cunning flashed across the eyes of the seemingly innocent girl. So I was not the only actor in this little play. Ryan suddenly stood up. “I will go help.” As he passed by me, he lowered his voice. “Do not get too confident. Some habits are bone‑deep.” Soon, laughter drifted from the kitchen. Chloe’s cool fingertips rested on the back of my hand. “Claire always wanted the best. That included people.”

A man in her age said that with a bright smile. Anna turned to him, “Sure, one for you.” She smiled back at him. She thinks he is a good-looking one, but still Brian is hotter than him. ‘Wait, why does she think about Brian again?’ “You all alone I see” A guy asked “Yeah! I used to” She said after took her shot The DJ started to play the music. Everyone shouts and walks to the dance floor. “Dance?” Anna asked He smiled and dragged Anna’s hand to the floor

The smell of fries, patty, and other tasty food filled the room. The music suddenly changes, I see the jukebox is surrounded by an adult couple. Dancing Queen by ABBA is now playing. Some people get up to dance. His dad sings along from the counter with the cashier and waitress. I wish I could feel the joy too. How can people dance so free and happy? Don't they have any problems in their lives? “Do you wanna talk or just keep judging people?”

Ted said, clearly impressed. “She loves dancing,” I replied. Ted’s phone buzzed, and after a brief conversation, he turned to me. “Two of our friends are downstairs wondering if they can join us.” I hesitated, then nodded. “Sure, why not?” The song ended, and Diane came over, taking my hand. “Your turn,” she said with a sly smile. “I can’t dance like that,” I protested. “Just try,” she teased, pulling me up. As we danced, I decided to have a little fun. I reached out and slid one of her straps off her shoulder. Diane smirked, her eyes twinkling, but kept moving. Encouraged, I slid the other strap off.

It sounded more like "Don't blame me later for your loss. I am nowhere responsible if anyone of you loses interest in listening to songs" I again coughed and peeped at them to gather my scattered confidence.. And here I go, " || Do you love the rain, does it make you dance When you're drunk with your friends at a party? What's your favorite song, does it make..ma..mak...||" Shit !! I again forgot the lyrics. Closing my eyes I again tried to remember but couldn't, unless another voice joined me, "|| Does it make you smile? Do you think of me? ||"