The song playing hit the bass drop, and I swear I saw his eyes sparkle. It was 'Bangarang' by Skrillex, and we were wubbing. This was his thing, and mine too, in every way. He threw his hands up, as did I, and we were dancing. Crazily, of course. Smashing into things and knocking stuff over. Dancing wasn't our thing, our thing was music. It could inspire, make you cry, and even get you pumped. From rock to pop, rap to classical, indie to dubstep. All the music. His blonde hair was flying, my brown hair swirling. Head banging, fist pumping, we couldn't stop moving. The beat was in our veins. It was perfect. Did I like him?
Well, maybe just a little.
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