Rules were:
-something with an ENGLISH VOCALOID or
-a drabble, 500 words or less
It was tough too (cause I did both rules even though I didn't have to). I wrote this and had to cut it down for the rules. When I was done it felt like I filleted a fish. xD
Instinct. It's something that everyone should follow at least once, and I did.
It was in a club in the middle of nowhere, that I first saw him. When I did, I knew only one thing: I wanted to dance with that man. But I was unsure. You know how doubts can sometimes plague your mind like that? Well, I do. That was when I decided I would dance with him, no regrets. Why? Honesty, I don't know. I just knew I had to. Like there was no living left for me if I didn't. I walked to his table underneath the strobe lights, voice bound, muscles tightening, and regrets building. I stood there.
He looked at me through his messy blond hair, staring into my eyes for what was only seconds. I wish it was more, but those few seconds were enough for him to read me like a book. He stood with unnameable grace, took my hand, and whispered, "Would you like to dance?" The music was overpowering, but I knew that was what he said. And how could I refuse?
He guided me onto the dance floor where the only thing that mattered was the beat of music and the rhythm of your soul. Let me tell you this, when he was there, my soul danced to a new set of steps. Unbelievable. No, nothing happened, but from the he led the dance, I'd say we've known each other forever.
It's silly. I can't stop thinking about that night even though it was so long ago. It's always there in my mind.
I remember how we didn't stop dancing until the club was closing. Even then it felt like I had another song left, but it was time. At the door we held a small exchange. I recall each word like they were just spoken to me. I said, "I'm Ann. Who are you?" Perhaps he was a cruel man because I now know he could see. He could see that I believed he would always be there. That I never thought he would disappear.
I still remember it. He opened his lips to speak, and this time I heard his voice. He said, "I am the song that sings to your soul."
And then he left. He left with that one corny line between us.
Only later I discovered that his name was Leon. It was an odd name, but it slowly fit who I knew he was.
You know, I never did see him again. Even now, after I've long passed on, I'm waiting for the day when he will whisper those five words again.
"Would you like to dance?"
It may sound silly, but I would dance back to Earth for one song with him. All because it was the-
Night of the Magic.