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That’s only when you’re crazy and I’m not crazy, I just hear my type of songs in my head rather than this bullshit stuff.
My mistake then. You’re just one of those ‘dances to the beat of her own drum’ sort of people or in this case ‘dances to her own playlist’.
“Wonder if this year the dance will actually end on time or when the gym teacher threatens to pull the fire alarm. Again.”
“When I’m approached at a slow song, the automatic defense system kicks into overdrive. Here for the miniature cupcakes too?”
“What do you say when someone comes near you during a regular song?Prepare for battle? No, but I’ma take one now that you mentioned them.”
Who knows, maybe I hear a different song in my head.
I’m pretty sure people have to take go see special doctors when that happens.
Hey, you said it’s a slow song, you never find the perfect beat in slow songs.
Yeah, I did but you don’t even look like you’re trying to dance to this song.
Different people dance to slow songs differently.
If you say so but you’re totally off beat to this one.
After a crude and somewhat awkward meet-and-greet with Benedict’s two upperclassmen friends– the ones who insisted he come to the dance, Tara excused herself to apply makeup in the bathroom. At the time that Benny ordered her to be ready in twenty minutes, she was still a good fifteen minute walk from her dorm room, so she didn’t have much time to put herself together before his arrival. When they first walked into the ballroom, she looked underwhelming at best.
She wore the same dress as last year and the year before that, coupled with the very same butterfly hair clip. Her chest still couldn’t quite fill it out and she still couldn’t tighten the straps enough to keep them on her shoulders without constant adjustment, but she didn’t care as much this year. Maybe her lack of self-consciousness was thanks to her new dispassionate outlook on life, or maybe it had something to do with the cheap boxed wine Ben brought for them.
Following a half-heated effort to adjust her dress straps into place and one last look in the mirror to clean up any accidents in her eyeliner, she walked back in to see the crowd had practically doubled. Flashing lights and dancing bodies made it hard to locate her ungentlemanly escort. In the mess of the mass, she tapped on the first shoulder she could see, without getting a look at how was going to turn around to answer her question.
“Hey, uh, you seen Ben Rowdy anywhere?”
Dances had always been okay in Danny’s book. Maybe it was because he hadn’t looked for a date like he had in previous years and instead opted to go with Sam and a reluctant Tucker -who was still kind of pissed he couldn’t get a date-.
Even tho the the three of them had come together as a group, Tucker had promptly ditched them to go flirt the few girls he had seen lingering outside of the other groups as to be expected of him while gone to sit down because her shoes were bugging here. This had left Danny to not that he minded much, ultimately this was going a lot better then he had expected. And his parents weren’t chaperoning this time which was a huge plus.
Feeling someone tap his shoulder, Danny turned around to face, Tara, a girl he remembered having a few classes with in the past. She was asking him something that took Danny a second to figure out through the loud music blaring all around them.
‘Ben Rowdy. Ben Rowdy. Who the heck is Ben Rowdy?’ Danny mulled over in his head. He certainly knew of the Rowdy brothers, they were all in their year also. Having never spoken to any of them directly on more then a few occasions Danny didn’t really need to tell them apart. Well, until now apparently. “Which one’s him? The blond brother right?” He asked still uncertain about what he himself was actually saying.
You should stick to your dreams and study hard. Rocket science is not easy, Danny.
I haven’t thought of giving up on it yet. It’s no brain surgery, that’s for sure.
“Ow! Watch where you’re putting those feet.”
“Sorry! Kind of hard to do that with so many people here, ya know?”
Oh come on, you can totally dance to this song.
I don’t think that’s how you dance to a slow song.
“Keep walking. Not dancing with you.”
“I didn’t even say anything.”
“My gosh, doesn’t she look gorgeous?”
“To be honest, I don’t know who you’re talking about.”
Do you know a rper named Rowan?
((Nope, sorry anon but you probably have the wrong person here.))
Can I see your abs?
Sorry, but they’re a bit absent right now.
Well it was just a guess. It’s a lot of work, man.
I know, it’s been my dreams since I was like four, I’m aware of the work you have to do in order to be one.
But like I said, it’s a dream, I might as well dream big.
Anyway, I’m not gonna be there long, goona bounce early.
What, you found an after party to go to already?
Um, absolutely not.
That’s what I thought.
