The Blue man wasn't sick. He scrubbed off the blue paint and sat on his bed. It sank under his weight, and he sighed. He didn't know where Denver was. He hadn't been at the park recently. No one that he knew was at the park recently. People that were were just looked at there phones. Taking pictures of themselves and their surroundings. To remember it later? Blue didn't know. Blue liked when they did his dances. Not all the ones he liked, he liked his signature move, the special hands. Not the gyrating, although those got the likes, and the re-dances. It was still funny to see people dancing like him. He didn't get why the man in the nice suit was so stressed, he had a nice suit, and always in a nice car.
Blue wanted to return to that month away from work. Just wanted to float. There was a class Denver took him to once 6 rhythms or something. There people just gather and dance to beats, no talking no nothing except dancing. Blue liked that, no one knew it was him, and he could dance to his hearts content. Every one would ask him after where he learned those moves. One even said he was doing the Blue man, he didn't like that so much.
He drifted around the city, and got on a bus. Nodded to the driver.
Blue wanted to return to that month away from work. Just wanted to float. There was a class Denver took him to once 6 rhythms or something. There people just gather and dance to beats, no talking no nothing except dancing. Blue liked that, no one knew it was him, and he could dance to his hearts content. Every one would ask him after where he learned those moves. One even said he was doing the Blue man, he didn't like that so much.
He drifted around the city, and got on a bus. Nodded to the driver.
