The bass is pumpin’.
The beat is droppin’.
Hands up in the air, reaching for the ceiling.
Party! I’ll dance all night long!
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The soft melodies resonate across the theater.
His right hand moves back and forth, back and forth.
Rain drops. Over and over again.
Eyes closed. I hope it never ends.
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My feet are stomping on the hard wood floor.
My hands are syncopating with the spoon man.
The man walks up and starts plucking away.
It’s getting rowdy. I can’t help but sing.
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The bass walks up and down.
The sax trio bursts forth.
She’s screaming. We’re getting into it.
Hmmm, what’s the word? Oh, right, groovy.
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