QUOTE : Two minutes into the dance, I'm sitting in a metal chair in the<br />dark, listening to a really annoying Justin Bieber song blaring<br />over the crackling speakers. The song changes. Everyone starts<br />to pair off. I look over at him. He's looking around. Please, Jesus<br />don't let him ask me to dance.<br />“Hey,” he says. “You wanna...”<br />“No,” I interrupt.<br />I catch him chuckling out of the corner of my eyes. This dance<br />is really stupid. I'm over it. Before I can finish my thought, he's<br />standing up. I look him over.<br />“Come on,” he says, tugging at my hand. “Lets get out of here.