Dancefloor

I told you — no one cares about choreography anymore. We just get lost in the beats, jump around, and brandish our cellphones against the lasers.

Miranda is here as well! Unexpected, but awesome. She may be a mom, but she’s still down to joke around on the dance-floor, and I love that about her.

Who needs order and synchronization anyways?

The woman next to me looks oddly familiar, but I can’t quite place her. In any case, I love the tattoos that cover her arm.

I might just want to get a tattoo one day as well.

Maybe it should say “Summer Lasts Forever”