I Wanna to Dance with Nobody

Wearing my slim grey suit, I walked out of 131 Central Avenue, triumphant. The deal was closed. The three biggest clients in the market were all on my account. The lyrics of “Kerosene” by Mindchatter spouting from the foyer speakers were the background melody for my victory stroll. 

I wanted to break out in dance and express my joy through the movement of my limbs, but I didn’t. I was scared.

My foot began to tap out the rhythm. I wanted to break into dance, and express my joy through the movement of my limbs, but what would they think of me? They would most likely judge my moves, or more accurately mock the fact that I did not have any particular moves. I didn’t dance. I was too scared. 

The rhythm flowing through my veins. I wanted to break out in dance, and express my joy through the movement of my limbs, but what would they think of me? They would likely love it. Everyone in this foyer is a stiff. They are all plain and uninteresting individuals who have sacrificed everything unique about them to say they work at 131. They would love me for it and probably join in. I should have busted a move but I didn’t. I was too scared.

I wanted to break out in dance and express my joy through the movement of my limbs. So I did.