Here we are again my cherished writing buddies. I hope you have all had a very inspiring month and that this challenge will bring some more ideas to your muse.
For those new to the challenge here is the run down. All you have to do is watch the video's below and let your muse run wild. Write down what comes to mind. Is it a scene? Is it a story concept? It can be whatever you like. And if the song selections don't work for you this month feel free to pick your own.
Once you have your words written, post them on your blog and place the direct link in the tool located on the original post at Riverina Romantics.
Ne-Yo - Beautiful Monster
Daughtry - Home
The Civil Wars - Poison & Wine
My pick this week was Ne-yo.
Dustan walked down the metal grate staircase which led from his office upstairs to the nightclub below.
Tonight was another busy night. All the booths were packed, the bar overflowing with customers and the dance floor was alive with myriads of gyrating bodies. Stopping at the landing in the middle of the staircase, he leaned out to take a look at the scene below. The techno lights were flashing to the beat of Beautiful Monster by Ne-Yo, the blare of the music echoing from the speakers into his chest. But the pulsing bodies and light display weren’t what held his attention. No, his gaze was firmly set on the woman in the middle of the dance floor. And he wasn’t the only one.
People had milled around, eyes focused and intent on the brunette beauty that moved with lithe perfection. Her body hit all the beats, her slim hips pulsing, shoulders popping as the crowd began to clap in time, encouraging her professional dance moves.
She appeared to be oblivious to the lust emanating from every man in the room, and the envy of every woman. In fact she seemed to have her eyes closed, her face filled with fierce desire that made the act seem more erotic than energetic.
As the song played out its final chorus Dustan decided to make a move. Running down the stairs two at a time, he hit the ground floor and immediately tried to spot her through the crowd. People were cheering now, all moving to the beat in a circle around her, the customers at the bar turning to watch as well.
When the final note rang out, the tune to the next song overlapping it, she stopped moving, her shoulders slumping in visible disappointment. Then the nightclub erupted. Hoots and screams rang out, people raising their hands above their hands to clap as she startled and looked around in bewilderment.
Dustan fastened his pace, wading through the throng of people, trying not to lose sight of her. As the crown began to disperse, eagerly craving alcohol after their excitement, a line cleared between them and she looked up, her gaze meeting his directly.
He smiled at her, a lift of his lips that clearly showed his appreciation for her beautiful body, but she looked straight through him. Her eyes didn’t even seem to focus as he continued his approach, their intent stare drifting everywhere and nowhere at the same time. And then he noticed the other man, the one walking up to hook his hand around her now crooked elbow.
As the enthusiastic crowd started to sink around the couple, he watched in confusion, noticing how the man placed a walking stick in her hand and led her up the stairs to the main night club floor. Dustan couldn’t move, couldn’t take a step further as he tried to piece it all together. How could someone with such energy and talent be blind?