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send me a “☁” and i will put my itunes on shuffle, pick my favorite line from the first song that comes up and use it for a starter.
Oh, the world ain’t ending, but it might as well be,Whoa, I’ll rock you like the sea,Buildings ain’t crumblin’, but they might as well be
The pounding of the music in the club was intense and it’d been quite since he was on this side of it. So used to being behind the bar, the crowd was almost suffocating. But he had to admit he was having fun. Each sound and pulse of the bass washed over him and crashed through is bones. It was easy to just move with it, to let go. A vaguely familiar face showed itself and he made his way over to the silver haired male, arms slipping easily around his waist and body moving next to his. This was a sort of stress relief, mind having felt like it was going to crash and burn all month really. He wanted the music to tear it all way. To break down the walls of his mind and just be free. And this was helping. Long fingers trailed over the male’s hips, the most that he was touching him as they danced.
