♪ ––     "'n it don't mean a thing                          if it ain't got that swing –– "

  [ he's humming over the counter,      barely hanging onto his seat as      he swivels and turns, getting      nowhere with his attempted      dancing fast.  he grins at the      woman next to him, though he      knows he should be keeping this      professional, not flirting.  but he      supposes that a friendly dance isn't      necessarily flirting, carefully sneaks      in a question. ]

  [ it's a blur where he's standing,      the people and the low murmur      of speaking mixed with the live      show, but he manages to spot      a familiar head, bobbing along      with the crowd.  there's a grin      that plasters itself onto james'      face as he moves steadily, hips      swinging and feet shuffling. ]