Alors on Danse
Canada walked into the club. An annoyingly hard day of sitting through another world meeting had him pissed off, tired and in need of someway to release this energy, being that the meetings were in France the club was French but that didn't bother him too much seeing as Quebec refused to speak with him if he tried to speak to her in English.
After knocking back a forgotten number of drinks at the bar a pleasant rush crawled under his skin. He wasn't drunk yet, the alcohol hadn't had time to sink in. As soon as he moved to the dance floor the drunk haze set in accompanied by a song.
It was a song he'd heard before -it had been pretty popular in Quebec a while back- but this guy was singing his own frustrations and while they weren't similar the singers being about marital and income issues and his own being about how stupid his brother was and how he needed to have his words brought up in one of those god damned meetings where they don't even get anything done- anyway enough ranting. Let's just say he found solace in it.
Once he reached as near to the middle as he was gonna get he started dancing. A man stepped in from somewhere and moved with him. The alcohol with it's intoxicating rush made the features fuzzy but he could make out blonde hair and blue eyes and a soft seductive voice that sung along.
Alors on sort pour oublier tous nos problemes
alors on danse
Closing his eyes he felt a hand belonging to his dance partner settle on his waist, a smile crossed and with the slow reflexes of a drunk he realized he was really happy, enjoying the packed crowed and deep beet. He settled into the music as they danced and he moved with more enthusiasm which his partner respond. The man moved in beside my ear and started singing again with his familiar voice,
Et la tu dit que c'est fini car pire que sa, sa serais la mort
quand tu crois enfin que tu t'en sort qu'en il n'y'en a plus
ben il'en a encore
et cela si tous le problemes les problemes ou bien la music
Opening his eyes he tried to pin his attention on the man infront of him. Something familiar in his blurry features. Those blue eyes... That long-ish blond hair...
But the music spun him around making him forget his thoughts or maybe it was the man he danced with, they moved closer together. Closer and closer, not close enough...
La la la la la la
la la la la la la
alors on chante
The crowd blurred together into a mass of movement. He danced and danced his stress just seemed to leek out of him into the mass, making him relax, his shoulders lost their tension he didn't know was their and he felt a sort of freedom in the sweaty mass of people he found it comforting that others where just as frustrated as he was.
And too soon the song was over and he finally got a real look at the man he'd been dancing with. His eyes widened as his brain pulled the features, the voice and the dancing together into one person. He swallowed as he looked slightly down at the shorter man in front of him and he shook his head before looking again just to make sure he'd seen correctly.
''Papa?!''