Zenith giggles a little at his dancing, her own very smooth and precise yet calm. “Here, don't think about dancing. Think of it like.. like your making art with your body. Think of the way the music connects to you, the way you feel when your heart beats with the bass,” she sighs, closing her own eyes.
Carra’s smirk widens. “If you tell me, I’ll tell you how I got mixed up with Ohio drug carteling,” she wiggles her eyebrows a little.