Get On Your Dancing Shoes Arctic Monkeys Novels & Stories

"Thanks" I giggle along with her. She excuses herself and I look at Amir to find him looking somewhat proud He takes my hand and drags me to the dance floor. The song playing is Swim by Chase Atlantic and now it's me dragging Amir to the dance floor. I start to sway my hips and throw my hands in the air.

“Darling, just hold my hand Be my girl, I'll be your man I see my future in your eyes Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful I don't deserve this, darling, you look perfect tonight” "Happy birthday, Snow!" Luke exclaimed through the mic after we were finished. I watch as people stare at me, a kind smile on their faces as they clap. I smiled shyly and motioned for Luke to stop as my cheeks were so red I feel like I'll burst any minute now.

I'm like the ring leader, I call the shots (Call the shots) I'm like a firecracker I make it hot When I put on a show I feel the adrenaline moving through my veins Spotlight on me and I'm ready to break I'm like a performer. The dance floor is my stage Better be ready, hope that you feel the same All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus When I crack that whip everybody gon' trip just like a circus Don't stand there watching me, follow me, show me what you can do Everybody let go, we can make a dance floor just like a circus.

So, instead of facing him, I push past the girls and head over to the dance floor. Music is pumping so loudly through the speakers that I can feel every beat vibrating through my body and with the tequila getting to work, it doesn’t take much for my body to loosen up and start moving. I let the beat of the music lead me, swaying my hips with the beat, my arms moving up my body and into the air. I close my eyes, clear my head and just let go. When ‘Just keep watching’ by Tate McRae starts playing, I can’t stop smiling, getting lost in the song.

Than life itself and— I drew away from him as a hauntingly beautiful piano performance of Arctic Monkeys’ “I Wanna Be Yours” filled the air. A robust laugh burst beneath my throat as I quickly wiped my cheeks. "I really like this song. Oh, my gosh.” His brow furrowed in surprise. "Really?" "Yes. Yes, I do.” I giggled. “Let's dance." "Dance?" He cocked his head to the side, amused, and I giggled more. "What about the food?"

Monique and I dance against each other, rocking our hips back and forth as we let the music take control. “I feel so alive right now.” I voice out loudly above the music, giggling. A familiar song comes up and Monique and I sing along to it, dancing and chuckling at the same time. It looks like we’re 20 again, attending frat parties, dancing, and slurring musical lyrics. I don’t know how long we’ve been dancing but my feet are beginning to hurt really bad, all thanks to my shoes. “I’m gonna go get more shots,” I say to Monique as I hurry toward the bar, nearly tripping on my shoes.

What a woman. We downed the shots immediately and ordered for a refill which he brought again, his eyes all over Rhea. After downing them, we decided to dance. We headed for the dance floor that was filled with sweaty bodies. Just then, Hot girl summer by Megan Thee Stallion came on. Trinity and Rhea screamed in excitement, dancing along to the beat. I followed them as they pulled me deeper into the dance floor, creating a circle for us. We danced to the song, moving our bodies to the rhythm and shaking our asses.

I asked. “Is that even a question?! Let’s hit the floor!” We joined the dance floor and I swung my hips to the beats of the song. Avery did some robot steps and I laughed. “Yo!” Sky shouted from the other side and he was dragging the Alpha at the dance floor. Oh God, this was going to be interesting. “Alpha, your turn.” The alpha glared at him but then Avery came forward and took his hand. “Lets dance.” she said and he stared at her for a few seconds. The music changed to ‘Girls Like You’ by Maroon 5 and Alpha Dark showed his steps.

About the promise I had made to master my energy while dancing. “Something with a strong beat.” I replied. “Intense. Hypnotic.” “Closer again?” “No.” I shook my head. “Something different. Something that makes everyone stop breathing.” Jess scrolled through the playlist and selected “Glory Box” by Portishead. The first chords filled the room — slow, dragging, loaded with an almost painful sensuality. “This one.” She said. “This one.” I confirmed. We danced a little in the living room, testing movements, laughing when Nox tried to “hunt” our feet.

“Then get dressed, honey. Tonight we are dancing. And drinking. And if needed, getting revenge in the form of fun.” I hesitated. “No men,” I said. “No commitments,” Aria added, already digging through my closet. We exchanged a look. Heartbreak or not, tonight we were taking back control. I was going to dance it all out. Or So I thought