the night I was dance challenged

Once upon a Saturday night, I found myself a sweaty dancey mess upon a stage with my pal, handler, publicist, fake brother, Kent. We were minding our own dance business, practicing our Thandie Newton moves when suddenly a crazed shirtless man approached, all drippy and twisted and looking for trouble. As he approached I quickly realized he wanted to throw down. I took a step back, gesturing for him to take the first move. The move he chose was shocking - a sort of Riverdance meets country line dancing meets drugged sweaty crazy. He stomped his feet, toes pointed inward STOMP STOMP STOMP. I looked at Kent. He looked at me knowingly and snatched my clutch from me so my moves would be unhindered. I repeated back the stomp dance with ease. This went on for some time. I don't really know who won the challenge. Eventually I got annoyed because dude smelled bad.

The End.