all my heroes are weirdos

We're All Mad Here

Are you ready for the floor?

“We’ve lost everybody!” she said as we looked around us wondering where on earth all thirty of our friends had gone.

I shrugged my shoulders, grabbed her by the hand and waded us forward through the crowd towards the stage.

Two best friends drinking plastic cups of god-knows-what in a tent full of euphoria and loud music waiting for our favourite band, Hot Chip, to come on stage.

The tent was crowded chaos; bodies stumbling around on the worn out grass, people bumping into each other, falling over and spilling drinks.

All of the girls had flowers in their hair and glitter on their faces. All of the guys had neon patterns finger-painted across their chests. Everybody was wearing sunglasses even though the sun had gone down hours ago.

Good songs, good people, good vibrations. We were low on sleep and high on life.

We’d spent the day drinking rose wine together on a lilo in the middle of the Mediterranean Sea singing songs and acting silly. Our faces were brown, our noses were a little pink and our smiles were big and white.

“This is the best day EVER!”, I said as I threw my arms around her and gave her a big hug. “I just love life more than life itself”.

“Best day EVER,” she agreed.

Then those sounds came on the stereo….That beep. That base. Those words. We threw our hands up into the air and started shouting the lyrics out at the top of our voices.

Our bodies began moving backwards and forwards to the beats with our legs and arms flailing in all directions. We were smiling so much it almost hurt our faces.

We were ready for the floor.

Are You Ready For The Floor?

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it nowDo it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it now
Say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it, say it nowDo it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it nowInstead of carving up the wall
Why don’t you open up me tall
I am ready, I am ready for a fallInstead of carving up the wall
Why don’t you open up me tall
We are ready, we are ready for the floorI can’t hear your voice, do I have a choice?
I’m hoping with chance, you might take this dance
I can’t hear your voice, do I have a choice?
(You’re sinking below, I’m using my force)
I’m hoping with chance, you might take this dance
You’re my number one guyInstead of carving up the wall
Why don’t you open up me tall
I am ready, I am ready for a fallInstead of carving up the wall
Why don’t you open up me tall
We are ready, we are ready for the floorI can’t hear your voice, do I have a choice?
(You’re sinking below, I’m using my force)
I’m hoping with chance, you might take this dance
You’re my number one guy
Number one guy
Number, number, number, number, number,
One, one, one, one, one guyStand carving up the wall
(One, one guy) Why don’t you open up at all?
(Number, number, number one)I am ready, I am ready for a fallStand carving up the wall
(Number one, one, one) Why don’t you open up at all?
(Guy, guy) We are ready, we are ready for the floorStand carving up the wall
(Number, number, one, one) Why don’t you open up at all?
(Guy) I am ready, I am ready for a fallStand carving up the wall
(Number, number, one, one) Why don’t you open up at all?
(Number, number, one, one) We are ready for the floor

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