Music on.
No, music blaring.
Shock of the bass up his feet.
Joints tighten then loosen.
Hair, flip.
Onto his mouth.
Eyes squinted, blows it off.
Face flushes.
Regains confidence.
Steps away from wall.
Bye.
Bye.
Bye.
Girls in identical pink dresses yell.
Smiles at salutation.
Owe.
Runs into chairs.
Grabs foot.
Hops toward crowd.
OW!
Girl in red dress yells.
Uhh…Sorry.
Fixes tie.
Feels techno bass underneath him.
Sees crowd of adolescents jumping in chaotic unison.
Eyes widen.
Walks.
Foot still hurts.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Ehhh.
Air smells of department store perfume, chicken, and gym socks.
Hands awkwardly touch.
Heads bang, accidently.
Slight yelling ensues.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
Stops.
Wipes forehead with sleeve.
Girl smiles.
Slight head nod.
Walks.
Foot surprisingly better.
Examines room.
Inappropriate couple to the left.
Disapproving adults to the right.
Slow song begins.
DJ does best Barry White impression.
Eyes shift.
Heads nod.
Hands on shoulders.
Sees girl, smiling girl.
Approaches.
Ask.
Taps foot nervously.
Girl nods, in confirmation.
Giggles.
Hand on shoulders.
Hand on hip.
Glances to see if it’s correct.
It is.
Feet move approximately a half a foot away from staring place.
Uncomfortable eye contact.
Song ends.
Thanks.
Thanks.
Leaves.
Bass blast, again.
Chaos reforms.
Walks back to wall.
Hi.
Hi.
Hi.
Girls wave.
Joints tighten.
Leans against wall.
Head bobs.
Arms cross.
Best James Dean impression.