Key missed a beat or two when a shorter man bounded up on stage alongside him, trying to decide if he was amused by the man dancing along with him or upset by the stolen attention. One glance at the man’s obviously excited expression made the decision for him and Key found himself beginning to grin at him. He could share a little limelight. Getting back into the music, he started dancing again.
“Now I can see that we've fallen apart from the way that it used to be, yeah. No matter the distance I want you to know, that deep down inside of me…” his words were starting to come out a bit breathless as he sashayed around the man, winking at the crowd and grinning at the various people he could see cracking up with laughter. He hadn’t expected much else really. I mean, come on! He was wearing a studded vest and singing the Backstreet Boys, who wouldn’t find humor in that. The laughter didn’t offend him in the least bit, if anything it encouraged him even more. “You are my fire, the one desire.” He planted his feet wide apart and swung his hips from side to side. “You are, you are, you are, you are!” A finger was pointed to several people in the audience, pausing at the familiar faces and positively freezing when he saw Dae fairly tipping out of her chair towards the back. Well, if this wasn’t a sight for his wife (and future roommate) to see. His smile didn’t slip though and he continued to sing, his eyes moving back to her form more often than anything else. “Don't wanna hear you saaay! Ain't nothin' but a heartache. Ain't nothin' but a mistake, I never wanna hear you say, I want it that waay!”
A couple more verses and much more dancing later, he slung an arm over the other man, dropping the microphone as he ended the song and took a pose. Of course he had to wait for the raucous applause he expected. Clapping the man on the back (“Thanks for the dance, man!”) he hopped off the stage and swaggered his way over to Dae’s table. That was how you put on a show.