There I was, staring at everyone dancing at me. I could feel the excitement coming from the crowd. I could feel the voices of my friends pressuring me into dancing. I looked at saw him. I saw my crush talking with another girl and a twinge of jealousy rushed through my veins. I sighed. I pushed my way through the crowd and started to dance. I started to dance like no one was there. I started dancing like there was only me standing there. If people made fun of me who cares. If my crush thought I was weird who cares! I wasn’t going to be someone else. I was going to be me. The girl who was known for being the life of the party.
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The idea of dance coming alive and having agency of its own are very interesting. The duality of someone watching her and her watching the world was also an interesting perspective. This, although seemingly like a typical middle school and a high school dance scene, had a deeper meaning because of the way it seemed to dig into other issues.
I think that although this was such a fun read, it would be more interesting to explore the way other characters in this short story feel. Perhaps, you can make a series of this where you observe this one scene in the perspective of multiple characters, and those series can be a short stories as stand-alones or mushed together form a longer story.
That is a very interesting idea. Thank you, I may use it.