Lights, music, pounding through his head, dozens of hot sweaty bodys surrounding his and all of it blurs together. He can't comprehend what's happening, where he is or what he's doing there. All he can hear is the music and all he can see are the lights.
What's going on on the floor? I love this record baby but I can't see straight anymore.
He starts to panic, he can't remember...and then one thought fills his head.
Keep it cool, what's the name of this club? I can't remember but it's alright, a-alright, Just Dance, gonna be ok...
So he does.
Just Dance, gonna be ok, D-D-D-Dance...
He dances, he forgets about the phone vibrating in his pocket and remains oblivious to the fact his keys are gone.
He forgets the fact he was here with another person, he forgets that he was supposed to leave over three hours ago, he forgets everything except the music surrounding him.
And all he can think is,
Just Dance...