Get Up

[ALEX WYSE]
With an MGM flourish, Sebastian says:

“Get up, get out of bed, you’re fine
And start to dance with me
Just take your hands, put it in mine
And count it, 1-2-3

I imagine you are feeling weary
Buried in those sheets
So I’m presenting you a different theory
By inviting you to ballroom in the streets

Get up, get out of bed, you’re fine
And start to step and sway
Just feel the beat, and fall in line
To dance with me today

Every movie from the golden era
Ended just like this
Grab your partner, and become a pair of
Boys who close the credits with a dance and kiss

Get up, get out of bed
And dance away with me!”

“Sebastian, you’re my favorite person, you know that—but, um, I really do need to sleep tonight, so, can we pick this up tomorrow?”

“What are you doing?” He asks me