Why Not Dance? ~Open~

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Summer,it turns me upside down
Summer, summer, summer
It's like a merry go round
I see you under the midnight
All shackles and bows
High shoes with the cleats a clickin'
A tempermental glow[/color][/font]

The empty classroom was exactly what he had in mind for today. There were no classes, or Quidditch practice, so he was pretty much free to do what he wished for the day. It did not even take him as long as normal to sort through his clothes, select a decent outfit, and situate himself to be viewed by the general populace of the school. After three hours he was dressed, packed, and ready to roam the halls to find the single room that suited his needs. The search for the room took another hour, after he got side tracked by a couple of second year Gryffindors fighting about some project or another. He had to stop and sort that out before moving on with his full backpack. His dark eyes moved from door to door until he finally selected one, found the room to be empty and moved inside. He shut the door behind him, and smiled to himself as he looked at the large desk at the front of the room.

Oh, don't you let me go
Oh, I got a hold on you
I got a hold on you
I got a hold on you tonight
(Night)
Oh, I got a hold on you
I got a hold on you
(Got a hold on you)
I'll check[/color][/font]

Stephen unpacked his backpack being very careful with the old muggle record player. He attached the cylinder, the needle, and the iron crank with a smile on his face. His eyes followed his fingers as he ran the tips over the grooves in the record he pulled out of the cardboard and paper casing. The cover had long ago gone missing, but the record itself worked very well. It should, he bewitched it himself before packing it away with the stacks of others hidden at the bottom of his school trunk. He did not know if this was against the rules, but he also did not care much. He enjoyed music, and he was damn sure going to take advantage of the empty classroom, and loads of time he had free. His smile halted as he slipped the needle down on the records, tapped the crank with his wand, and closed his eyes. Stephen waited for his grandfather's antique record player to start working.

(Oh oh, it's magic)
When I'm with you
(Oh, it's magic)
(Oh oh it's magic)
To know the magic
You know it's true
I gotta hold on you[/color][/font]

He pined for Summer, the weather of pools, backyard food, and sunny days, as the music played loudly. The Cars was a muggle band that he enjoyed often, and this was one of his all time favorite muggle records. The music echoed off the bare stone walls, and bounced around the room. It was not long before he joined in. His feet moved in circles as his black and yellow tie moved over his shoulder and streamed behind him as he moved. His eyes were closed, his lips mouthed the words of the song, and he often played air guitar as he leaped up on a desk and danced to an invisible crowd. His feet tapped as he held a play microphone in his hand, and continued to sing along with the music. His lips parted into a wide smile, he pointed to invisible fans, and he jumped off the desk to run across the room that had now become his stage. Several jumps followed, and he continued to move to the sound of the music.

For him, in this moment, nothing else existed.

Oh, twisted under sideways down
I know you're getting twisted
And you can't calm down
I see you under the midnight
Love darts in your eyes
How far can you take it?
Till you realize
There's magic in your eyes[/color][/font]

Tagg; Open
Muse; Very good.
Music; The Cars, of course.
Notes; Stephen's first post. Hope it gets off on a "Good Foot." Pun totally intended.

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