He tips his head back, laughing so loud I can hear it over the music. And then, he starts belting out the lyrics. He’s completely off-key, messing up the words more than he gets them right, but he doesn’t care. He’s having the time of his life. I try to hide my smile, which is impossible when he adds his terrible dancing to the mix. Before I know it, I’m singing and dancing and laughing like a fool right along with him. And you know what? It feels damn fucking good.
