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DJ to my Heart
Apr. 5th, 2016 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillsilly[The scene is a loud concert, a showcase of talents, the music thumping and near deafening and the crowd clearly enjoying themselves. Jumping, dancing, bumping against one another, just enjoying everything that comes on next. There's one girl here who's waiting for something specific - though of course she loves every other song that's mixed in and dances with enthusiasm to them all. But it's nothing compared to when the song by her favorite artist finally blasts through the speakers.
She screams with the rest of the girls in the crowd, jumping for a few beats before relaxing into actual dancing. And boy she can cut rugs with the best of 'em, lighting up the dance floor - literally, as she's covered head to two in glow sticks and lights and even her cowl neck sweater has a neon glow to it - and obviously enjoying herself. She's more than willing to dance with anyone who wants to join her, and same with converse if you can yell loud enough over the music.]
She screams with the rest of the girls in the crowd, jumping for a few beats before relaxing into actual dancing. And boy she can cut rugs with the best of 'em, lighting up the dance floor - literally, as she's covered head to two in glow sticks and lights and even her cowl neck sweater has a neon glow to it - and obviously enjoying herself. She's more than willing to dance with anyone who wants to join her, and same with converse if you can yell loud enough over the music.]
