dance 💃
⌇ ✎ ⌇ some one word prompts .
dance : my muse holds their hand out, waiting for your muse to come out and slow dance with them.
It is hard to pinpoint the motive behind the sudden urge, because Taeyeon does not dance. Does not and usually does not even try. Of course, outside rehearsing rooms, music videos, concerts or variety shows. As though she gets fed up with the idea of having to do that outside her… job. A job that, obviously derives from a passion; yet that is another story. Outside expertly and cautiously picked dance schemes and routines, Taeyeon does not dance for she is rather private and mostly shy. After the curtain call, she returns to her static habits and lineal routine of achieving the expected.
And she does not dance for she cannot relax into someone else’s guidance, cannot step into someone else’s steps. You’d think she’d be a religious follower, accustomed to live inside systematically drawn limits, yet she is not, for she doesn’t know how to color within strict contours. Not if they are not her own, anyway.
And she does not dance for she is not used to lead either, fact that has been popular ever since the start of her journey. She does not lead because, in spite of her training, she does not feel comfortable playing in teams. Not at first, anyway. Not so spontaneously, anyway.
It is hard to pinpoint the reason because the target is basically a stranger. In flesh and bones. Stranger to her canons. Thereby, the overview of the request — sounding more like a plea to her stifled drums— appears clumsy and slowed down. Not to mention the slight quiver of her limb as she extends it to underline the question muffled by the loudness of the scrimmage.
Whether the dizziness comes from the heat— heat of the moment, of the swarm, of the alcohol, of the anxiety— or it is just an unexplainable aspect of the night’s odd charm, the idol cannot know for sure. All she is aware of is the thrilling sensation of a pending foreign experience that bursts aflame at the mere contact between burning, chestnut orbs, tying a meaningful link. And a promise of possible desire quenching.