Darling Danke Schoen.

"Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen thank-you for, all the joy and pain."

Mez heard the jazz, his eyes lit up knowing the words by heart. He didn't want to disturb her but the music was too hard to pass up.
"Pictures show, second balcony was the place we meet. Second seat go dutch treat, you were sweet. Danke schoen, baby, danke schoen."

Mez began to tap dance to the music, he came to her extended hand. He loved to dance, he hoped she'd take the offer or he'd just dance alone anyway. He was so gentlemanly in his actions though. He just loved to dance, nothing could stop him from dancing or being happy. He gave her a dashing smile, his teeth were so white and shiny. His eyes were aluring and bright blue, not hypnotizing though. But they were irresistably cute and hard not to stare at. He was pretty dashing besides his odd bright orange shirt against his black pants. He really had no fashion sense. But that was besides the point.

He had rythm and that was all that mattered to him.

"Umm...err... Er.. I can't dance."

He smiled, "No problem, I'll led." His smile didn't leave, "please... It's not as fun to dance alone. No one ever dances with me, they don't love music as much as I do. It doesn't matter how bad or good a dancer one is. All that matters is feeling the beat and swinging to it." He pulled out a portable device from his pocket, scrolled down the list and selected Danke Shoen. "I got this from the people that got sick of me carrying a boombox around. But the cool thing is it is not only able to play it on earphones but acts as a portable boombox." He said with a smile.

He tugged lightly on her hand giving the most irresistable puppy dog eyes. "Pwease?" He asked, he waited for a yes or a sigh so he could tug her gently to the dance floor.

"I'm sorry. I don't dance."

Mez sighed and changed the song to a more lone dancing song. 'Where's Your Head At' he usually had weird or beaty songs, or any song that was fitting to his personality. The music began slowly, he started off matching and swinging his legs to the music. He then did a jog and bouncing to the beat. It looked rather cool the way he could pick up the beat and just go, he could even break dance. He was extremely into music and dancing it was something he had a passion for.

He continued to dance with so much energy as if no one was watching. He was so into the beat it was unreal, someone could've bombed him and he'd still move in the beat. He spun on the ground break dancing too, he was completely lost in another world when he danced. He became twice as happy and more bouncy, he had over 2000 songs stuck in his head. He wasn't able to drop music easily, he continued to dance his body moving in perfect timing with the beat. He was a awesome dancer, he was a bit goofy and ectcentric at times. But he loved happy music. The tweeting in the music was only something that made him dance more vigoriously.

You couldn't tell he was just turned down by someone. The music erased all his sad feelings, he was a odd odd boy. He knew the music to cheer up any ailment or help anyone. He was just that weird and music obsessed.