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Louis had the great, great pleasure of being a groomsman at his boss’ wedding. He accepted the offer graciously, as it would surely give a leg up in that promotion he wants.

The promotion would apparently come with a price. This, wonderful, pleasure of a wedding had no open bar, no live music, and the steak was of course, very well done, yet cold. It was very surprising, for a rich man’s wedding, but he had always been cheap with his money. This poor guy’s wife, Louis thought, she must not be getting much benefit out of this.

Needless to say, Louis was well, miserable. The songs that the DJ played on spotify were frequently interrupted by ads, and the songs themselves were all 70s disco, and the hokey pokey.

Louis wanted nothing more than to be drunk, or leave. But he had to stay, for the promotion, he thought to himself, think of all the good music, good alcohol, and good steak you could buy with promotion money. The other inner Louis responded. But is it really worth This? You’re here hungry, with no good music, and you’re sober. You can’t even enjoy this bec- oh mY GOD cute boy.

Louis focus went fully on the boy in the corner, who could probably be the photographer. He thought to leave the boy alone, but when his face moved away from the camera, he saw that he was probably just as, if not more, miserable. Louis walked over to him.

“Great wedding, huh?”

The boy looked up from the lens he was cleaning off “Huh?” He gave Louis a once-over “Oh yes, very exciting indeed.”

Louis hummed, and stuck his hand out for a shake. “I’m Louis. I’m the groom’s employee.”

The boy put his lens down on the table, and took Louis’ hands “I’m Harry, I’m the photographer. You probably knew that, since I’m at the camera and I was just cleaning the lens. Duh, I’m an idiot.” A pause. “I should stop talking. How are you?”

“Ha, it’s alright, Curly. But yeah, I’m doing great. I just have a deep regret for being sober at this shit wedding.” 

Harry laughed. “Don’t we all. At least the couple’s having fun though. Why don’t you sit down?”

Louis sat, and Harry took pictures. They talked about everything going on, and laughed at the old men who were trying to dance. The two almost died when it looked like the groom tried to dab.

In the middle of a game of 20 questions, the speakers said “This is mambo number five!” And nearly every young adult who was watching, bored at the tables got up to dance, like a switch that turned on the party. It was amazing what Mambo No.5 could do to a crowd. Louis almost burst out of his chair too.

“Curly! Come dance with me!” Louis yelled over the music, standing up to pull at Harry’s arm. Harry remained where he was.

“Now that everyone’s out dancing, i really should be taking pictures...”

Louis looked appalled, “Ridiculous! I won’t have it, this is going to be the most fun we’ll have tonight, so we’re going to dance to Mambo No.5.” He walked over to a teenager at a table who looked to be fourteen. “Hey kid, you know how to press buttons?” When the kid nodded, Louis pulled them over to the camera “Great, great. Can you work this for us? Just aim at the crowd and press this button. Good. Come on, Curly!”

Harry’s cries of “Louis, photography is art, you can’t shove a child in front of a camera like that!” were silenced as he was pulled on the dancefloor, and swung around.

After the song ended, the genre of music went back to it’s boring, oldies and disco mix. But, they stayed on the floor, dancing for the rest of the night, only interrupted every 10 minutes or so when Harry would return to his camera for a snapshot.