The Dancer

He had never been able to keep a four four two beat, but right here right now he could move like James Brown. He boogied to the imaginary beat that pulsated through his head, he was in deep contentment. Feeling his body move the way he wanted it to move was exhilarating.

“Hey Ernie stop messing around, that satellite will never fix itself” boomed a voice in his space helmet.

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