The Dance
by JA Chapman

 As the music swelled around them, he felt himself begin to smile and sway to the uplifting beat.

His loverís taste in music had come as quite a surprise. The sophisticated scholar was now  forgotten as he danced around the room naked and singing off key.

He watched in fascination as the lights reflected off of his dark hair and his muscles rippled under the soft glow. The guitars caressed his eardrums as his companion ordered the computer to increase the volume. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed him. Laughing together, they began to dance across the floor of the bedroom clothed only in the music.

         //Well I heard Mr Young sing about her

          Well I heard OíNeal put her down

          Well I hope Neil Young will remember

          A Southern man donít need him around anyhow

          SWEET HOME ALABAMA!

          Where skies are so blue

          Sweet home Alabama!

          Lord Iím coming home to you//

 All Julian could think of was who would have guessed Garak was a Lynyrd Skynyrd fan?

 The End

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