He must have fallen asleep. George felt a tiredness that he couldn't explain. He had been so focused maybe he was exhausted. It was late so it made sense. The clocks time seemed to jump from 8 pm to 2 am. Fuck. the lights were off in the hallway, and he had drool on his shirt. He put his hand down and it landed on a piece of paper.
In a sort of block handwriting there. And on it was sort of instructions to a dance. Sort of timing it said, to the beat of "Staying Alive" Then there were drawings of movements.
At the bottom it just said. "Learn by tomorrow. If you want to continue."
He was part petrified, but part relieved he had something todo.
The moves were easy enough. Just he had to practice. There was a small mirror on the wall, that he took down and set it up next to his bed. Where he was doing push-ups. Now he learned the dance moves.
First the upper body then the lower. Then all together, as the sheet said to the beat of "Staying alive."
Okay I can do this he thought, I can do this.
In a sort of block handwriting there. And on it was sort of instructions to a dance. Sort of timing it said, to the beat of "Staying Alive" Then there were drawings of movements.
At the bottom it just said. "Learn by tomorrow. If you want to continue."
He was part petrified, but part relieved he had something todo.
The moves were easy enough. Just he had to practice. There was a small mirror on the wall, that he took down and set it up next to his bed. Where he was doing push-ups. Now he learned the dance moves.
First the upper body then the lower. Then all together, as the sheet said to the beat of "Staying alive."
Okay I can do this he thought, I can do this.