Simon's dancing style could be summed up in one word: nonexistant.

He shuffled awkwardly on the dance floor, trying to time his shoulder shrugs to the girl's much more adept swaying and painfully aware of the eyes that he was sure were on him. He didn't much like being the center of attention.

Still, there was something nice about this. He closed his eyes and let his body move with the music, and by the time the song was over and a new one had started his dancing looked a little more natural.

Well, kind of.

"I'm Simon," he offered a couple minutes later, yelling over the thumping music.