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“Uhm, you know what would be great? If we get out of here for a moment.” You lean forward to suggest.
“Would this decision allow or prohibit me from gyrating rhythmically?” Emily just wants to get jiggy with it!
“Just come with me to the bathroom.” You try to pull her away by holding her hand, but she continues dancing, so instead you pick her up by her flailing arms and out of here.
Back inside the building, there are a few people getting snacks, nothing here is out of the ordinary. Emily’s dynamic hopping loses intensity the farther away she is from the sound of music. Sadly, the music can be heard from within the entire Space Park, even if the earth trembling bass is more prevalent. The one positive is that you don’t have to raise your voice to speak. You place your date on a random bench next to a vending machine.
“Here you go, Emily. Drink.” You aid her to drink the tea she prepared for Clutz. You stored the leftovers in an insulated bottle that has the stadium’s logo on it, courtesy of the event organizers. It was for the idol, but you’re her manager, so you can keep the free stuff, right?
Moving on, you have a hunch that relaxing is going to break Emily out of the trance. You have no basis for this, but that has never stopped you from acting on instinct. You’re squatting in front of her, eyes locked on her face, anxiously waiting for any changes.
“How are you, Emily? Feeling more like yourself?” You wonder.
“I can’t be my true self away from the dance floor, Johnny. My booty craves for unspecified gyrating motions set to a godly beat.” Emily is talking nonsense. “It's my body’s purpose to shake.”
“You need to relax a bit, party animal… Here, keep drinking.” You feel like you’re giving her medicine.
“Thank you.” Empty Emily keeps on drinking. “Weren’t you going to the bathroom?”
“Not yet.” You’ll take remembering old parts of the conversation as a good sign.
“Am I causing you some kind of discomfort?” Empty Emily is catching onto what’s going on.
“I’m just a little concerned about you, that’s all.” You hold her hand and grip it gently.
“It’s because I’m acting strange, aren’t I?” Emily is catching up, she’s talking like a person again.
“Something like that.” You don’t want to sound too judgmental.
