It was a regular Tuesday night… until two girls turned a quiet roadside into their personal dance floor. The first girl? A full-blown dance machine hips swinging, arms slicing through the air like she was auditioning for a Beyoncé video filmed exclusively under a streetlamp. She didn’t need a crowd; the crickets and passing tricycles were audience enough.
Beside her, the second girl was clearly on a different wavelength juggling a phone call with the kind of composure only someone used to multitasking chaos could pull off. She had one hand holding the phone to her ear and the other casually flapping along to the beat, trying to maintain her conversation while her bestie popped and locked like her rent depended on it.
Every few seconds, she’d shoot her dancing friend a look like, “Seriously? I’m talking to my mom!” But the call continued, and so did the dancing now with more flair and unnecessary spins. At one point, the second girl even threw in a little sidestep, just to not feel completely left out (or maybe because she was secretly vibing, too).
Cars slowed down. Dogs barked in solidarity. Somewhere in the distance, a karaoke machine paused—perhaps in awe.
It wasn’t just two girls dancing by the road. It was a whole vibe. A moment of spontaneous joy in the middle of nowhere, where music (probably imaginary) met friendship, chaos, and unbothered confidence under the moonlight.
Moral of the story: always be ready to groove even on a call.
