Hey Mister DJ, put a record on. I wanna dance with my baby.
The change was so subtle that she scarcely noticed it, or possibly didn't care. One moment in a dusty Atlanta schoolyard, feet pounding out a rhythm against dirt because all of the grass had been long worn away, the next not. She liked the Dirty Dirty. They knew how to feel it in their bones, knew about dem blues and heat that stays and the power of a woman. Being there was like sinking your fingers into the clay.
Do you like to boogie-woogie? Do you like my acid rock?
It didn't bother her much that her last jump had landed her somewhere else, however. Not intentional, that, but she'd get over it. Just now, just this moment, this irreplaceable spark of existence, she was dancing. One doesn't stop dancing just because the scenery changes.
White earbud cords swinging in time with her movements, bag discarded at her feet, ponytail slipping free from its clip, she danced, unaware that the jukebox on the far side of the room was playing the same song she was hearing. Maybe it would matter, later. Maybe not.
Music makes the people come together.
"Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel..." It was mouthed, just to herself, because it was one of her favorite sentiments. Madonna had always listened and listened well.
[OOC: Just now, she's pop n' lockin', but could switch up at any time. Come say hello to the Muse, especially if your pup enjoys dancing or will be put out by her trying to get them to join her!]
Do you like to boogie-woogie? Do you like my acid rock?
It didn't bother her much that her last jump had landed her somewhere else, however. Not intentional, that, but she'd get over it. Just now, just this moment, this irreplaceable spark of existence, she was dancing. One doesn't stop dancing just because the scenery changes.
White earbud cords swinging in time with her movements, bag discarded at her feet, ponytail slipping free from its clip, she danced, unaware that the jukebox on the far side of the room was playing the same song she was hearing. Maybe it would matter, later. Maybe not.
Music makes the people come together.
"Music makes the bourgeoisie and the rebel..." It was mouthed, just to herself, because it was one of her favorite sentiments. Madonna had always listened and listened well.
[OOC: Just now, she's pop n' lockin', but could switch up at any time. Come say hello to the Muse, especially if your pup enjoys dancing or will be put out by her trying to get them to join her!]