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I Can't Dance by csi_nikki [Reviews - 1]

I Canít Dance
Song: I Canít Dance - Genesis
Story: csi_nikki
Inspired by: LiveJournal's obscure_blues.

Gregís POV
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Hot sun beating down
burning my feet just walking around.
Hot sun making me sweat
'Gators getting close, hasn't got me yet


I try so hard to fit in and yet fit out at the same time. I want everyone to know the real me but Iím scared to let all of my inner beauty show through. Through into the world of the unforgiving homophobic people on the outside. Or maybe through into the world of the possibly understanding people. I cannot do everything I want but I can do some.
They think they have an idea of my inner beauty. They think they know me. They think they understand me. But they are all wrong as can be.

I can't dance, I can't talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I can't dance, I can't sing
I'm just standing here selling everything.


And as I travel further down the road I see waves crashing against the bright hot sand. Washing over bodies of children and parents, girlfriends and boyfriends, girls and boys, and him. Blue jeans sitting in a pile by his resting form. Eyes closed against the hot sun and his sleek form shimmering with sweat. Tanned muscles flexing unconsciously in the warm dayís glow.

Cos, I can't dance, I can't talk.
Only thing about me is the way I walk.
I can't dance, I can't sing
I'm just standing here selling.


I keep telling everyone the truth that is sprinkled with lies. Telling them I love rock music, loud shirts and crazy hairdos. I tell them how I talk to my girlfriends on the phone, even at work. I tell them how I love to act childish and eat noodles slurping them down my throat. I donít tell them how I like to slurp other things as far down as I can. I donít say how much I love a co-worker for I think selling lies to everyone is safer for me.

Oh and checking everything is in place
You never know who's looking on
A perfect body with a perfect face - uh-huh.


The way he lays back so comfortably on that beach. Lies with his legs stretched out in front of him and his eyes closed. Relaxed in a way that can only unsettle the ones watching him. Ones like me. The ones who hide inside themselves to stay away from the things they want so badly.

No, I can't dance, I can't talk.
The only thing about me is the way I walk.
No, I can't dance, I can't sing
I'm just standing here selling everything.


I cannot do anything for the man I want is straight. The man I want loves the ladies and unfortunately when I was brought into this world I must have inherited the wrong type of form. For all me and he can be is friends. Friends until the end of the world. And unfortunately the world has already ended for me.
So here I walk. Walk down this never-ending road. On and on, never to look back on the past. Never to dream of impossible things and never to show my inner beauty to the outside world. I walk further down this world. Back into what I know to be safe. Further away from the one thing I desire, the one thing I can never acquire.

But I can walk.
No I can't dance.
No no no I can't dance
No I said I can't sing.
But I can walk.


And so since I never look back I do not notice the opening of his eyelids. And the direct stare that follows me through my long walk. My walk that covers up for my dance and my song. My song I want to sing so badly but can never.
The song that we each beg to sing but can never. For we each just have to keep walking for that is all one can do. Walk.
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