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"I tell her and we all stand up when they call our group up and walk into the room where we were instructed to take our shoes off. Archie walks over to me as I'm putting my shoes in a locker to show off my maroon and purple mismatching socks. "So there's a party at Jenny's?" I ask him as I wait for him to put his shoes with mine. He looks up at me with a confused look before it clears up and he shakes his hand.

While he did that, Monique turned on the television to play Work by Rihanna and Drake. “You seriously want me to do this?” He asked and she nodded her head in understanding. He got rid of his clothes, leaving just his underwear on. The song began to play. Monique encouraged him to dance as she set her camera, preparing to record him. “You…” he tried hard not to laugh. Monique burst into a fit of laughter. “Come on. You can do this. Shake those ass for me.” She began to record, encouraging him to dance and twerk for her. Gavin tried to move his ass but they wouldn’t love no matter how hard he tried making Monique laugh out loud.

A Katy Perry song came on and it made me want to dance. "You think I am pretty without any make-up on. You think I am funny when I get the punchline wrong. I know you get me so I let my walls come down." I laughed at the ironic lyrics as I sang along and thought wow, this Damon and I. When I finished my hair I put some light make-up on and danced around a bit more before getting dressed. I looked at the time and knew the car would be arriving soon so went to get my dress and shoes on.

"How do you manage to make us look so stupid at parties?" "I make you look stupid? He was all over you and you were enjoying yourself." "If only you had just taken some time to reason, you would see that he was only asking for a dance and I was going to say no because you had already asked to dance with me." I replied. "Well that surely didn't look like you were going to refuse him. It looked like you were just enjoying the attention." "What the hell is wrong with you?" I asked. "I thought we were finally at a good place and that things were beginning to be a little bearable."

As the music by Cool and the gang played on Oh la la la we are reggae, reggae dancing Oh la la la, let's go dancing Oh, la la la la la la... Reggae dancing Oh la la la, Ooh, let's go dancing Go get your dancing shoes, get your dancing shoes Reggae dancing Oh la la, la la, Ooh, let's go dancing Go get your dancing shoes, get your dancing shoes Reggae Dancing!!! Oh la la la, It's a special occasion Oh la la, la la, Such a happy occasion

see the soul under the skin Art scowled at West's retreating figure like a connoisseur of art would at a hippie who'd graffitied a penis on Mona Lisa's head, and patted my shoulder with her soft hand. "Hey, fuck boys, right? Give it a whirl, girl! Nothing gets you over a guy like dancing." And so we danced. We danced until my feet hurt in the Everlane heels borrowed from Lee, and then I took off the heels and danced some more. Once it no longer mattered that who was watching and judging, I had nothing to fear.

‘ I’ll Be Your Shelter’ by Taylor Dane. I make sure to hit all the high notes. I dance like I’m in my room at home. I add a hip pop here and there. And yes I shake my ass a few times. What’s the worst they are going to do boo me off the stage. I’m having fun, something I haven’t done in a long time.

“Go on.” Quinn’s already off her stool, grabbing for my hand. She pulls me toward the dance floor and I offer no resistance, buzzed off of the vodka and practically humming with energy, excited to get out there and burn some of it off. The two of us thread through the crowd to find a space to dance right as the song changes to one of my favorites, and I let out a cheer and start dancing opposite Quinn. I sway my hips to the music, throwing my head back and my hands in the air. I let myself get lost in the beat, eyes sliding closed as my body moves to the music.

Song: PillowTalk (Zayn Malik) “Oh fuck,” Mac hissed, sounding both shocked and amused. Because right in the middle of the dance floor, on a slightly raised platform, swaying on the pole was my mate. Shock was an understatement as I watched her flawless moves. Her cinnamon hair was a mess as she swung around the steel pole, laughing and moving to Gimme More, swaying her perfect ass and curves. The crowd cheered beneath, and I think I caught a glimpse of Cora, whistling and jumping with a bottle of beer in her hand.

Everyone's having a grand time, and the party is just so warm and full of love. They are dancing to the song "Moonriver" by Andy Williams. Kael and Ellysse felt like they are the only people in the dancefloor, and they're just savoring this moment. "So... What do you think of having a beach wedding once we've establish our own working career, sweetheart?" Kael suddenly asks her. "It's perfect. I've always dreamed of having a beach wedding and dancing at the moonlight at night, as husband and wife." Ellysse agreed.