Disclaimer: I only own Christine, no one else wants her..
Dance with me, Cristine wasn't asking. She always wanted Johnny to help her practice with theballet she taught herself.
Dance with me. It was a request Johnny would always turn down. No matter how much she begged or bribed.
Dance with me. Sometimes to a fast rock song or a slow classical one, Johnny never agreed. Christine would be upset.
Dance with me. Christine would dance by herself. It looked tempting to join her. The constant movement. Music was her life. Johnny sometimes wondered what it was like to dance.
Dance with me. Christine said it was one of the best feelings in the world. She said the music carries you away, and you finally feel free.
Dance with me. How he wished to hear her say that once more.
Dance with me. Christine's voice rang in Johnny's ears as if she had just said it. As if she were alive and well.
Dance with me. Johnny wished he would've taken her up on the offer.
"Dance with me," Johnny's voice filled the empty room. There was no reply.
Johnny swayed to the music of the radio alone. He was too late.
I hope it's okay. I know it's short but I need more inspiration damnit! Oh well. Review if you want another chapter.