Dancing

[jmfargo]

The deep bass of the music beat slowly, rhythmically. Her hips followed. Softly her hands took to air with confident moves. Her gaze flicked across the crowd that sat, enraptured with her dance.

Every eye in the house was on her, drawn to watch her. Enthralled, the drinks and small snacks on their table forgotten. Young, old, male, female; every eye in the house was on her as she swayed slowly, sensuously.

It wasn't until I glanced around for a glass of water that I realized the shadows in the room had shifted. How long had she been dancing? I looked to the crowd, my eyes searching for the small details. Dry tongues licking cracked lips. Eyes red and irritated from lack of blinking. Something was wrong here.

Now that I had snapped from my forced reverie I could focus. I sniffed, and smelled magic in the air.


Or at least, that's how it happened in my head.

In reality, last night's belly dance review was a lot of fun. Met new people, had a good time, watched good looking girls dance around on stage in a very sensual manner.

But my version is better.

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