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.