Dancing Queen (feat. Alita Moses) - Live in Stockholm by Jacob Collier & Alita Moses, released 2022
She was curled up in her usual way. The wicker chair liked to poke through the pillows but it had always seemed to meld to her shape in some unexplainable way. She was cross-legged, pencils, pens and paint already strewn about her. Who wanted an art studio when a chair could provide all the space you needed? Or at least that’s what she told him when he inquired.
Something began to evolve upon the paper underneath her ministrations. He walked, with every step on the side of his feet to attempt not to disrupt the revelatory moment. Silently a deep red liquid-filled glass was placed by her side. He evaded cracks, crevices and squeaky boards on the way back to the couch to establish his perch.
She drew. She painted. She was herself.
She looked up suddenly, a furious sense about her. Her eyes quested about her and landed upon a glass with slightly melted ice cubes. Her eyes snapped to the couch.
“Hey!”
“Hey.”
“When did you drop this off?”
“Like 10 minutes ago.”
“Why didn’t you tell me, dummy?”
“You seemed quite entranced.”
“Well, thank you.”
“Of course.”
He sipped his glass. She sipped hers.
“Hey.”
“Yeah?”
“Remember when we used to dance?”
“What do you mean used to?”
“No, I mean like forever ago. When we danced like no cared and basically broke our knees in half to do it?”
“Yeah. I remember you could barely keep up.”
“Ha. I remember you always forgetting a hair tie.”
“Yeah. But you liked it.”
“Yup… still do."
She looked him right in the eyes at that moment and he saw a spark, no a fire in them.
“What’s stopping us from dancing now?”
“Um, it’s like 10pm on a Tuesday.”
“I’m not sure I understand your point dummy.”
She walked across the room, creaking every board on the way and stood above him on the couch with hands outstretched.
“Dance with me.”
“Ok.”
