Darling Danke Schoen.

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Skittles thought it was silly to not have locks on the music room doors, but she had been crazily craving a piano, so she didn't bother to try and block the door.

The moment she sat down at the piano, she relaxed. She plucked out an intro, and then began playing the music she'd memorized. Soon her quite voice met the music in a low swing croon. She didn't sing very loudly, but her voice was noteworthy. "Danke schoen, darling, danke schoen thank-you for, all the joy and pain." she sang, and she continued to blend her voice with the piano, her voice getting louder as she progressed and began to lose herself in the music.

This day, she was feeling in a more oldies mood. Thus the song she was singing. But in any chance, she was wearing a black fedora tilted slightly forward on her head. Next was a black and grey pinstripe button up tank-top, and then her regular pair of jeans. She was barefoot though.
 

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"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.
 

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At first, she was vaguely unaware of the other person, so absorbed in her music. But when she realized that there was a male voice blending with hers, her fingers fell from the keys dischordantly as she jumped, staring wide-eyed at the intruder.

She proceeded to blush very completely. "Umm...err..." she stuttered, unsure of what to do, and looking slightly like a deer-in-the-headlights. She caught herself looking at Mez's eyes, and promptly looked down and away. "Er.. I can't dance." she mumbled shyly, still blushing like a beet. She proceeded to nibble nervously on her pinky nail.
 

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"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.
 

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She didn't know it was possible to blush deeper than she already was, but apparently, it was. She squirmed. The inner her was screaming that she was good at dancing if somebody led, and he said that he would, and she really loved that song, but she didn't like touching people. She REALLY didn't like touching people she didn't know.

She avoided his eyes, though feeling them on her told her that he was attempting to implore her with his eyes. She shook her head. "I'm sorry. I don't dance." she said quietly, standing and removing her hand from his, rubbing her hand posessively.

She wondered if running for the door would be considered losing an argument, and so decided to stay. She hated losing. But if this guy got any stranger, or insisted that she play piano again, she would leave, no matter what.
 

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"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.
 

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Skittles raised an eyebrow and stood. "Well you're a strange one, I'll give you that." she told him, moving past him to the counter by the door, which held a huge, hot pink and black messenger bag, an enormous, bright yellow water bottle, and a sketch book. She placed a hand on her bag, as though to pick it up and leave, and then thought better of it. She grabbed her water bottle, and took a swig instead.

"I'm Skittles, by the way." she introduced herself, turning to face the strange dancer boy.
 
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