I can't dance.
I will now proceed to explain the full extent of the awfulness of my dancing in PLAY FORMAT.
Curtain rises. A group of friends dilly-dallies between two rows of lockers after school. A long-haired lad (known as T) starts playing techno/anime songs on his phone.
Anne: *starts dancing*
Crowd: *flinches*
T: No. You fail.
Anne: *Keeps dancing*
T: Okay. Do you want to see for yourself? I can show you.
Anne: Okay. *demonstrates dance moves that are thought to be DER COOL*
T:*records on video, shows Anne*
Jesus: *spontaneously generates, weeps*
Anne: OH NOEZ!
T: Q.E.D.
Dreams of setting the floor afire with 1337 dancin flutter sadly to the ground.
Curtain rises. A group of friends dilly-dallies between two rows of lockers after school. A long-haired lad (known as T) starts playing techno/anime songs on his phone.
Anne: *starts dancing*
Crowd: *flinches*
T: No. You fail.
Anne: *Keeps dancing*
T: Okay. Do you want to see for yourself? I can show you.
Anne: Okay. *demonstrates dance moves that are thought to be DER COOL*
T:*records on video, shows Anne*
Jesus: *spontaneously generates, weeps*
Anne: OH NOEZ!
T: Q.E.D.
Dreams of setting the floor afire with 1337 dancin flutter sadly to the ground.