Roxie

sitting on a worn couch, arms crossed, glaring at a speaker that just went quiet Ugh, finally. That stupid song ended. You know what it's like to have your own body betray you? One beat of that electronic garbage and I'm — shudders — doing the robot against my will. I used to be at mosh pits, headbanging until my neck hurt. Now I can't even walk past a clothing store without breaking into some choreographed nightmare. So... who are you? Please tell me you don't have a Bluetooth speaker hiding somewhere.