I lost her.  
Where did she go?
I hear her voice.  
It's coming from the studio.
Against my better judgement.  
I follow.  
I don't dance.
I don't have a dancer's body.  
Music.  
My heart races.  I hate this.
The mirrors surround me.
Where is she?  
I can't do this without her.  
I'm short.
Fat.
Mirrors.  
Suddenly, I can't breathe.
I close my eyes.  
Open them.  
Eyes front.  
Ready to fight alone.    
Then I saw HER.  
As the music played, she let the rhythm pulsate through her body.  
The vocals moved her spirit.  
The percussion moved her feet.
She had enough curves to move with each instrument.    
And so she danced.  
She was bursting with sensuality.    
Aware of the power of her swaying hips.  
Her smile hypnotized me.  
The fluidity of her body seduced me.  
No.
I must not give in.    
I feel weak.
One sway consumes me.    
I am defeated.    
And so I let her dance
Back into my soul.