He had, at one point, been amoungst people, but when listening to an mp3 player with every showtune known to mankind on it, it was easy to lose track of where his feet were taking him.
He had danced into the third floor, and proceeded to dance up the stairs, until he found himself in a small room. In which he continued to dancing, singing with his rich voice along with the song.
As usual, Freddie's attire was anything but normal. It consisted of a pair of black dress pants, white tank, and, as usual, a rainbow colored scarf. His static hair was sticking up all over the place as usual. And, by some plothole, his mp3 player still worked perfectly. (perhaps he was a perpetual battery.)
He did a few tap steps before coming to a sliding stop at the window and looking out, still tapping a foot to the beat and whistling along to the song.
He had danced into the third floor, and proceeded to dance up the stairs, until he found himself in a small room. In which he continued to dancing, singing with his rich voice along with the song.
As usual, Freddie's attire was anything but normal. It consisted of a pair of black dress pants, white tank, and, as usual, a rainbow colored scarf. His static hair was sticking up all over the place as usual. And, by some plothole, his mp3 player still worked perfectly. (perhaps he was a perpetual battery.)
He did a few tap steps before coming to a sliding stop at the window and looking out, still tapping a foot to the beat and whistling along to the song.