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He stood at the balcony of the Bronze, looking down at the teenagers that danced in the middle of the floor. Bouncing on their toes and swinging their arms above their hands dangerously. Dancing with abandon. It is here that he realizes that this is their time to forget about their problems at home, at school, with friends or family. Here they just throw everything away and get lost in the rhythm of the music. Swaying, twisting, seducing. All of it enticing, bewitching. And he wished he could do the same. Wished he could forget all his worries and just be content to dance his life away.

He shook his head, laughing at himself for thinking such a thing. All he had ever done was dance. Not the type of dance that the teens were doing below him, but another. Some with a weak partner, others with a strong one. But in the end it was always him who won the competition. Always him who came out alone. And that was how he felt. Alone.

I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know

A new song flowed out of the speakers around and on the stage. A slow sensuous tune wrapping around each body as they all cluttered to find a partner, some one of their caliber to dance with. Some one who could meet them with each movement as graceful as them.

He sighed; he wouldn’t find his partner here. She was gone, away with another man, loving him as she had loved him for the past hundred years. He was alone. Alone yet again, and he had been beginning to think that was the way it was going to stay. That was until she found him.

Your eyes were covered in sunglasses
when they first met mine
I sat there and stared at you
you didn't seem to mind
the awkward ways we meet

Her hair was golden and her eyes golden with specks of green shinning through. She was petite, but she looked strong. She held her hand out to him, silently asking him to join her in the dance with her eyes. He stared at her with awe, wondering is she were real or just a figment of his deranged mind for she seemed an angel. One that could heal all times mistakes.

He swallowed the sudden lump that had formed in his throat. It had been so long since anyone has asked him to join in a dance and for a moment he couldn’t move. It wasn’t until her mouth opened and an even more beautiful voice erupted that he knew. She was his partner in the dance. He smiled, taking her small hand in his as she led him down the stairs towards the crowd.

First comes heavy breathing
staring at the ceiling
what will happen next
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know

She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he wrapped his around her slim waist. Instantly they molded into each others and he knew she was made just for him. The way they fit together perfectly. Effulgent. He smiled, resting his cheek upon her head as she rested hers against his hard chest.

He had never thought she would dance this dance with him. In every other dance, one had tried to beat the other. Someone losing, the other wining. But in this dance, it was equal. It surprised him that she considered him for this dance. He wasn’t her type. He was everything she loathed yet here she was, holding him close to her, her grip tight as if afraid to lose him. And he held her the same.

I never cared how I dressed before
but I cared that night
anticipation ran through my bones
and my clothes never fit right
I can't wait 'til we meet again

He never really cared before about how acted or held his self around her. He always said what he wanted and did what he wanted, whether she approved or not and at most times she didn’t. But there was something in this dance that they embraced in they made him want to change for the better. He cared how he acted around her, what he said. He wanted to tell her he was sorry for all the pain he caused her. For everything he had ever done for her. It was when she looked up at him and smiled that he knew she forgave him.

He smiled at her, a warm smile. He hadn’t smiled in weeks and it surprised him even more that she was the one to bring it out in him. That his mortal enemy was the one that would bring out his mortality and force away his demon. And he knew she would be the only one who would be able to.

First comes heavy breathing
staring at the ceiling
what will happen next
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know

The dance was long, and he enjoyed every second of it. It seemed as if the world fell away beneath them and all there was was just the music and them. He leaned down, to gain closer contact and he stared at her lips as she ran her tongue over them in anticipation. It was then that he felt like the bumbling poet he truly was for he wished to recite poetry for her. Maybe one of his old pieces he had written for his first crush for he knew they fit the girl in front of him more.

She had risen on her tip toes and their lips were separated by at least two breaths. All he had to do was lower his head a little more. And that he did. The sweetest caress of lips. The tenderness of kisses. The gentle lingering of lips upon lips. Perfect. Small and yet filled with every emotion each one was feeling. He lifted his head, looking down at her, smiling even more when she sighed in contentment and rested her head back upon his hard chest.

framed pictures start to be put on the walls
constant visits while I’m out on the road
its hard to leave sometimes
but you know where I lay my head at night

As the last verses began to play, his grip tightened. He wished this would never end. That he wouldn’t have to let go of her and go back to the old way of things. The old way of dance. After tasting, feeling, experiencing something so beautiful, he knew the old way would never be enough.

He rested his head back upon her own, breathing in the scent of her hair. Memorizing the feel of her body close against his. Putting the moment to memory in his mind which he would cherish until he was finally gone of the world. This wretched world which he had so little to live for. But that was before…

First comes heavy breathing
staring at the ceiling
what will happen next
I don't wanna know
I don't wanna know

Before he had his real first dance.

The End.

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