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anywhere near the dance floor.  If
he could be coaxed to the dance floor, he stayed near the edge of the swaying
throng and tried to move as little as possible.  Normally, Jimmy just moved
back and forth to something resembling the beat and did his best to not look like an
idiot.
    But something came
over Jimmy when Sapphire grabbed his hand.  It was like a shot of electricity
ran through his body, from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.  The
world seemed to disappear behind them, fading out like an old television
signal.  Her eyes captured his, and he soon found himself moving along with her
in a way he had never moved with anyone else.  In moments, he was lost.
    The music overtook
them.  As they danced they held each other, then just held hands, then danced
apart, but looking at each other, and then came back together again, over and
over again.  She smiled at him and he smiled back.  The music receded just like
the people around them. They floated across the floor and the people around
them parted without looking at them. It was as if they had merely to wave their
hands and the other dancers would react unconsciously.
    Sapphire and Jimmy
revolved around each other like planets.  With each new song the tempo changed
and they didn’t miss a beat.  Jimmy didn’t feel hot or tired or out of breath. 
They grew closer, her arms wrapped around his neck and she pulled his head
close to her neck and Jimmy reciprocated and put his arms around her waist and
held her close to him.  She felt alive, vibrating beneath his fingers, and the
warmth radiating from her made sweat stand out on his upper lip.  The lights
grew dim and they rocked slowly, revolving in a small circle, their foreheads
pressed together, his eyes never leaving her green orbs.
    They danced for
hours.  At some point, most of the dancers on the floor vanished and sat down
at the tables.  Jimmy registered the fact that they were virtually alone on the
floor and that the music had changed, and that the others were eating, but he
dismissed all of it.  It was as if he were feeding off the energy that Sapphire
was radiating from her pores.  She seemed not to have a single bead of sweat
anywhere on her body.  She showed not a single moment of being tired.  She
smiled and laughed as he swung her around in his arms.  Her feet never seemed
to tire, her muscles apparently as strong as when they had first hit the dance
floor.  Jimmy just laughed with her and continued to dance, oblivious to the
stares that pursued them as they danced.
    Only when George
tapped him on the shoulder was the spell broken.  Jimmy felt it on his right
shoulder, and shrugged it off.  Then he felt another tap, this one more
urgent.  Again, he shrugged it off and continued to dance.  Then a hand grabbed
his left shoulder and gripped hard, pulling him around and pulling his gaze
away from Sapphire.
    “What?” he said to
George, feeling out of breath for the first time.  “What do you want?”
    George’s eyes
froze him to the spot.  George’s face was livid.  His lip curled. 
    “It’s time to
leave,” George said.
    “What do you
mean?” Jimmy said.  “The dance goes until midnight.”
    George held up his
watch.  “It is midnight, you dumb-ass.  You’ve been out here dancing for
hours. And, in case you haven’t noticed, you’ve been garnering more attention
than anyone and anything else.  You’re upsetting the natural balance of things
and the athletes have noticed.”
    Jimmy blinked in
surprise.  He looked around.  The gym was half empty.  The remaining dancers
were staring at Jimmy.  There were a few of the jocks left, hanging near the
back wall, and they were staring at Jimmy and Sapphire.
    “How is that
possible?” Jimmy asked.
    George threw his
hands out to the side.  “You tell me, Astaire!  You’ve been dancing non-stop
for hours.  How the hell is that possible?”
    Jimmy blinked
again.  He couldn’t stop himself from blinking.