Dancing The Night Away ◆ Mina
Howon drops his gym bag on the floor, walking towards the old stereo that has been put in a corner of the room. It’s an old one, probably bought six or seven years ago if he had to guess but the sound is more than good enough for the small dance studio he’s in. That’s how he likes it — small, calm, even isolated. He has never been a people person, and while dancing is in his exception, the only moment he’s willing to be put under spotlights, it isn’t what he’s looking for at the moment.
What he wants is to unwind all the tension that’s clustered in his shoulders and his body, is to forget about life — Kingsman and his latest assignment, his tenant that has been on his back to pay rent, the cold sheets that are waiting for him at home. He wants to forget it all and let the music takes over him for a while.
Taking his battered iPod – a gift he had gotten on his sixteenth birthday – out of his light grey sweatpants’ pocket, he connects it to the stereo before scrolling down his favorite playlist. “Which song should I pick?” He mutters under his breath, his feet tapping on the ground impatiently. Dozens of songs are displayed on the small screen, most of them old hip-hop or R&B jams. Usher, Omarion, Tyga? Just pick one already, he thinks before clicking randomly on one track and shrugging. Trey Songz, it is.
As the first notes of “Na Na” starts, Howon shrugs his hoodie off and throws it in the direction of his bag. That’s it, he’s ready to dance the night away and he quickly gets lost in the music – embracing it and letting it take over.
He’s so focused on dancing that he doesn’t hear the door opening.
