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“Stop running!” Max yelled at the spirit, stopping to catch his breath.
“I’m not running,” it teased, “I’m just dancing, like you should be!”
Max growled as he was forced to dodge the beams the spirit shot out. He and the rest of the club had been chasing them ever since the dancing contest. It was called “Dance Til You Drop,” and despite that people weren’t actually supposed to drop. After Mr. Spender couldn’t stop dancing when hit with the spirit’s beam, the club realized what was up. Max however had been the only one to be smart enough to jump over the fence, while the rest of them went around. That left him here alone with the spirit.
“Just reverse your dance beam and let people stop dancing!”
The spirit just giggled, and then Max tripped, falling on his face. It was a wasted effort trying to get up before he would get hit. When the rest of the group found him, Max was a slave to his two left feet.