She's not supposed to open the windows when she's at this hotel—all the other hotels she can do everything she wants, but here with Light-kun and Ryuuzaki-who's-weird and Matsui and all those police she's supposed to be very very careful.
And she is.
Really.
Most of the time.
She ordered room service a few minutes ago, grapefruit juice and a salad and a slice of apple pie. She isn't sure why she ordered that last.
That's what she's wondering about when she catches the music.
Oooh, it's been so long since Misa heard any music!
So she just cracks the window open and feels the air come in (city air) and hears the sound of some pop singer, maybe Namie Amuro, somebody, voice rising above a throbbing bass line. …oh, yes. Oh, that is so it. She's never danced in any commercials or anything, but she likes it, Misa really does—
--she's dancing, around the bed and on it and into the mirror on the dresser, she dances by the door and by the window and with the sweeping curtains.
wanna hold you right now
i wanna touch you right now
wanna kiss you, cling to you
love you down all night, aha
"Room service!"
Misa flounces in her black lacy skirt to the door, face flushed. "Hello! Yes! Thank you very much! Misa is very thirsty!" She downs the grapefruit juice in seconds and exhales in satisfaction, flopping down on the bed. That was fun! That was really fun!
…Six hours later she realizes with horror that Light wasn't watching and she didn't even care.
Misa is so horrible! Misa should think of him first!
…She stays up until one lying back and staring at the ceiling, trying to picture Light dancing, but it just doesn't happen.