the last time i went to party with my friends, we met this guy, who was the most vain being i have ever met. why? he showed me pictures of himself while his group was on the road, in a party- everything was his face and i was kicking Ferdie's feet under the table- please tell the management to ban narcissus' fanatics here. when a chance to flee showed up, i snatched it up and whooo! let's just dance vain boy!
in the dance floor, kypler, ferdie and i unleashed ourselves to what we call- dancing. i was thinking, people think partying is done by party people. party people are those who do nothing in life and would be nothing in life- I'm sorry, i use to say that.
out there, the music was like the wind-we allow ourselves to be blown away by the beat. we scorn slow dancing/ slow music. we want party songs- the ones that go dum dum di dum dum dum di dum dum (rihanna?) we want the most recent music sung by "party" singers. never mind the lyrics, the heat- never mind anything. just dance.
in the end of every song, something sweeps us- sadness maybe, or just the feeling we-want-more... it happens every time. and just like anything.
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