How someone could detest 'Monster Mash,' Ariel didn't know (it was a graveyard smash!), but now was probably not the time to ask probing questions regarding a near-stranger's musical preferences. Sigh. He watched as the other boy sashayed to the back of the ill-lit room and sat himself, oh so delicately, upon a folding chair. The sing moved himself downstage. He offered his single audience member a wide smile and finally settled on a song.
It had long been Ariel's philosophy to fully dive into whatever it was he was doing - singing and dancing obviously included, whether in front of a full house or just one kid dressed in drag. Today was no exception. He cleared his throat and imagined the music starting up, the tapping of drumsticks together, the brass, the beat -
And then he jumped into it, as if he was accompanied by a full band. He did this often enough when alone that it was easy. He chose an old song and matched it with an older style of dancing, something that was a mix of his own endless enthusiasm and the barely contained, but somehow cool moves of the crooners of the last century. He belted it out like it was the only thing that mattered. It lasted a good two minutes or so, though it felt like an eternity to Ariel.
But, then it was over and he was standing on a stage in a nearly empty room, accompanied by nothing but the sound of his own ragged breathing. He smiled again and took a bow.