“And one, two, three, four, hold five, six, let go seven, eight!” Elliot praticed the choregraphy he had idealized for a song that was stuck on repeat in his head. He missed his stereos and dance class. He hadn’t danced in a while, his hips felt so sore. He sit down on the ground and tried to warm his hip joints withs his hand back and forth. “Ouch, cold weather kills me, man” He spoke to no one in particular.
He decided to free his mind a little with some music this morning after failing a test. Well, Elliot wasn’t the most brilliant student, he was actually a little slow even to get jokes, afterall his true talent was movement. He rulled on a surfboard or a dancefloor, more than he could ever in class.
He stretched his legs a bit and tried to focus on how many exams he had to get before he was done with school, but as soon as the thought formed, the song took over the place again and he was back singing, counting and choreographing. He shrugged and grinned. He would deal with this later.
