A bubblegum pop playlist blasted through the boombox. With it, danced a pleased pair of people. It was much too loud to be in the beat up building they were in, but not enough to bother those bland neighbors. They were boasting about their best bops to each other, and after a billion songs, it turned into a dance party. Dancing until dawn, they would never be bored. This feeling of pleasure would fill their bodies until they became beat. It reminded them of what it was like to attend a school dance, except the snacks were free and there were no principals. Finally, by the time of Build Me Up Buttercup it was getting rather late. She didn’t want him to go but he insisted. He disconnected his bluetooth and packed his things before saying goodbye.
