When the music plays, it rushes to your head.

Round and round and round you go, your feet a blur of madness.

Your head is dizzy, and nothing can stop the thought of dancing.

The dance is a cacophony of taps, twirls, and arm flails.

All of a sudden, you stop.

Knees trembling, lip quivering, pale face, you flop to the floor, stone cold.

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