She moved past me in a dance club as she walked to the dance floor. She wasn’t tall, blond, big-busted, or a typical model type. There was just something about her that drew my attention. She started to dance to a techno song which I can’t remember. I forgot what I was saying to my friends. I was entranced like one of those snake in a basket deals, you know where the guy plays the flute for the cobra? I was completely zoned out of reality watching her dance. She flowed with the song like she was a part of the music. So now I wish that I had talked to her after she finished, if at least to tell her how amazing I thought she was as she danced, but I don’t even know her name...