"Dance with me," he shouted, though the lyrics were already doing the work for him.
As the final chord rang out into a cavernous echo, she let go of his hand and vanished back into the crowd before the lights could come up. Jack stood there, chest heaving, the ghost of her grip still warm on his skin. He didn't know her name, and he didn't need to. The song was over, but the adrenaline felt like it would last forever. TSOL - 11 - Dance With Me - (HQ)
She didn't smile, but she grabbed his hand, her grip surprisingly strong. They spun into the center of the madness, two shadows colliding in the dark. For those three minutes, the world outside—the dead-end jobs, the suburban boredom, the crushing weight of the future—didn't exist. There was only the floorboards vibrating under their boots and the beautiful, nihilistic roar of the music. "Dance with me," he shouted, though the lyrics