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John paced around the green room. "John, you're on in five minutes." I explain. "I'm so sick and tired of just having to stand there while I don't play. It gets tiring, y/n/n!" He protests. "So, don't stand. Do something else." I reply. "Like what?" He scoffs. "Dance." I suggest. "I don't dance." He groans. "Just try it once. For me. If you don't think it'll work, fine. If it does, great! It won't hurt to try." I continue. He sighs - As Fat Bottomed Girls begins, I know that Deaky doesn't start playing till the second verse. At first, he awkwardly stands there. But then, as the drums start, he starts to sway back and forth. Soon enough, the music takes over and he's swaying and patting his bass to the beat. I smile in joy seeing him so happy. "That's my dancing king!" I shout.
