Riding the Bass

The low, humming pulse vibrating across the desktop was practically an invitation. I strutted straight over to the compact bluetooth speaker and stepped right onto its textured rubber radiator just as a smooth bassline rolled through. Every beat gave a springy little bounce right up through the heels of my boots. Leaning into the tempo, I popped a hip, spun cleanly on one foot, and struck a dramatic pose with a teasing laugh. A dance floor that literally moves beneath your feet? That's what I call a proper warm-up.