“Dance, boy.” “…may i…”从头开始来么? “Do what you want. Robin的这句话拯救了我,我不知道他是否明白我想重头来一遍,不过我假装他确实默许了,所以我扶着头顶虚拟的帽子,抖动脚踝,嘴里哼哼着前奏,模仿着Michael Jackson摆胯的动作。 把注意力放在四肢上的确让我放松不少,索性闭上眼睛,放开嗓子,让脑中的流行之王附身,“Billie Jean is not my lover. She's just a girl, who claims that I am the one. But the kid is not my son. She says I am the one. But the kid is not my son...”