Terpsichore | Τερψιχορη (danceoflife) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2013-04-01 19:20:00 |
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Current mood: | cold |
Current music: | GoT 201, "The North Remembers" |
Entry tags: | terpsichore |
Who: Terpsichore & Open
What: Come and meet those dancing feet
When: Monday afternoon
Where: Streets of NY
The thing about being the Muse of Dance, is that when the urge struck you to dance, you danced, regardless of where you were. Terpsichore had yet to run into a problem with that yet, beyond a few strange looks if she was somewhere others might find it odd. But this was New York City, people danced and sang and played on every other street corner, in the parks and the subway stations. She loved it.
She was headed to lunch that afternoon, when her ear caught the strains of someone playing jazz on an acoustic guitar. Her toes twitched in her shoes, and she headed over to listen. He was very good, and before long, she found herself moving to the loud, bright beat. A crowd gathered around them to watch, tossing bills and coins in the open guitar case. She hardly even noticed, swinging her body around the open expanse, rising up on her toes, then bending double to the ground. Lunch became nothing more than a memory.