It was Friday night and the lights were low, everybody was looking for a place to go.

Getting in the swing, you went out to look for a king. After all, anybody could be that guy. The night is young and the music’s high and with a bit of rock music, everything was fine, and you were in the mood for a dance.

You caught the eye of a certain man, who had his muscles adorned across his body like a badge of honor.

In his eyes, you were the dancing queen, young and sweet, feeling the beat of the tambourine. You could dance, and you could jive, having the time of your life. He saw you, and he watched the scene, digging his future dancing queen.