Dance!

"I know!" The magician snapped her fingers with excited realization. "Let's have her dance! What do you people think?" She addressed the crowd. "Would that be entertaining?"

]The crowd roared with approval, clapping wildly. Lauren onstage just scoffed.

"I don't care what you people want, there's no way I'm dancing!" she crossed her arms in a gesture of defiance, raising her chin. No way would she dance for the entertainment of others!

The magician smiled at her. Then, she clapped her hands. Lauren went stiff, body locking up.

"Lauren... dance for the crowd!" The magician commanded. She waved backstage to the sound engineer. Some thumping music kicked up. To Lauren's utter shock and horror, her body started dancing out of her control! A grin crossed her face, despite the mounting fear she felt inside.

The thing about Lauren was she did not dance. Ever. She was too serious to dance, to fearful of the potential embarrassment. So, unsurprisingly, she was very bad at it. Awkward, ungraceful and stiff. The crowd began laughing at her stiff strutting and clumsy gyrations. Lauren's ear's burned at their laughter, but she could not stop. Her short legs worked. Her narrow hips gyrated. She clumsily spun, almost falling over. Soon the crowd was roaring with laughter at the display...