Disclaimer: I wish I owned Dance Dance Revolution, but sadly I don't.
Note: This is just a poem-like short story I decided to write for the Creative Writing Club in my senior year of high school for fun. Enjoy
The Life of a DDR Addict
Inspired by my friend, Shaolin. (Yes, that's his real name, people! Isn't he lucky?)
Curiosity brought you to it
As a friend introduced you to it
Continuous experimentation later proceeded
In no time flat, you've become hooked
Time and time again, you return for another hit
Wanting, craving another fix
It's a potent drug that won't release you
Over and over, you've tried to quit
Over and over, you've tried to let go of it
But the withdrawal symptoms are too unbearable
And you find yourself needing a periodic dose
Just to keep yourself straight
24-7, it's all you think about
24-7, it's all you desire
You hear that voice beckoning you once again
Like a devoted slave you obey and return for another hit
You are under its spell
You experience an incredible high
And when you finally do it the right way
You're above all others
You pay no attention to your admirers
Though the females provide you with invitations to get to know them better
And you get the impression that you the man!
You care only for another hit
For one more high
It has now become impossible to quit
You are powerless against the conqueror
And so you continue
It will leave you drained and burned-out
But as soon as you recover
The whole thing repeats itself
And so you continue
And please the crowd that encourages you on