Finish the story that begins with:
“Dance as if no one is watching,” she called. “It’s your last chance.”
I knew what she meant. The meteor was getting closer and impact was expected any day.
I looked across the room and saw Will in his usual drag going for it, a combination of modern contemporary and enthusiasm.
I decided to let my head go, feeling my arms and legs free themselves from their usual conservative inhibition.
Will was my favourite extrovert, purple was his colour and he was flaunting it as always.
Tonight he was dancing on a giant keg, wishing I am sure that he was to be given the responsibility of emptying it.
We strutted our stuff till the wee small hours only stopping when exhaustion overcame us and reality snuck back in again.
Holding hands we pranced down the High Street one last time.