Simon had never danced in the pelvis thrusting to the beat way. He was more of the formal, keep hands in designated not at all forward, create a frame sort of way. That or the walk down a line in a proper fashion that didn't hint at all at sexuality. Crotch grabbing was certainly out of the question, but somehow he'd managed to do it in at least one turn.
The music seemed to stopp, and fear was screaming for Simon to run. But, something kept him. They were all waiting, waiting for yet another big dance sequence. This was wrong. When did the City get musical?
He had to hope that when the music stopped, when it was complete silence, that he'd be able to run. That he'd be free, safe, or safer. He didn't want to be there any longer than he already had been.