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“I wrote something!” Jakob says looking down.
“Well, Jakob,” Kevin says, “You don’t have to be shy about it…”
They’ve been working together long enough now that Jakob’s apparent shyness over this seems misplaced. Kevin has questions. Jakob’s not making or maintaining eye contact, and now he’s swaying in the spiny chair.
“It’s about...” Jakob gulps. “Where we met… The first time we met.” Jakob pointlessly clarifies.
Kevin smiles. He remembers the day vividly. Jakob shakes him from his memories by handing him a sheet of crunched-up, battered-looking paper, the word "Dansgolv" written at the top, in a slightly larger size than Jakob’s usual hand writing. Kevin already feels a wave of emotion crash into him: he instantly loves the title.
He skims the first few lines as Jakob mumbles something too quietly. “Sorry?” he asks, unable to truly engage in either task.
“It’s nothing. A silly idea…” Jakob says, and he reaches for the paper. Kevin raises his arm high above his head.
“We’re a band of silly ideas, Jakob!” Kevin smirks.
Jakob slums back down, defeated, “Okay,” he says, “Then it’s a serious idea! And we’re not a serious band!”
“Jakob,” Kevin starts softly, “What’s this about?”
“The first time we met on the dance-”
“Dance floor, yeah, I can read Jakob. I didn’t mean this” Kevin waves the paper, “I meant this,” and Kevin points at Jakob.
“Me?”
“You!” Kevin confirms with a raised eyebrow. He drops to Jakob’s eye level, balancing on his feet, knees bent.
“It’s… It’s just so raw, you know? I’ve never really written about anything as… Like… Real before…”
“Emotional? Impactful?” Kevin suggests.
“Yes!” Jakob snaps his fingers at Kevin, “Emotional!”
“We don’t need to record, and add it,” Kevin suggests.
“We have to!” Jakob says, his voice grave.
“Have to?”
“Record it!” Jakob says, and then quickly adds, “And put it on the album!”
“Jakob… Are you sure?”
“It’s-It’s my gift to you” he smiles at Kevin, “I stopped you from dancing with a girl all those years ago,” Jakob starts.
“Ah, but I’ve been having better dances since!”
“This…” Jakob stops himself and laughs, “This way we can live-”
“Forever on a dance floor-” Kevin recites the line he just read.
“Full of people” Jakob finishes, with a small chuckle.
“But I only saw one!” Kevin mumbles quietly.
“It’s funny,” Jakob says, looking down, “Because I only saw one person too,” and he blushes as he makes eye contact with Kevin.
“He was really cool though,” Kevin laughs, “He did a flip and everything!”
“He didn’t even need to do a flip to impress me,” Jakob murmurs.
“He would’ve broken every bone in his body,” Kevin muses.
“That would have been impressive!” Jakob laughs. Then he suddenly makes eyes contact with Kevin, “Will you dance me? Like how you would have danced with a girl that night?” he asks, his tone and eyes, hopeful.
Standing, Kevin takes his hand. As he pulls Jakob into a gentle sway, he whispers, “Forever!”