Everyone in the VIP balcony was out of their seats, at the railing dancing and screaming, no longer celebrities, just fans.
The video screens fully opened, the crowd still screaming, and Dean yelled into the microphone, “San Francisco, are you ready?”
The crowd roared with a deafening scream.
“Nah nah, that’s not good enough. I said, San Francisco…ARE! YOU! READY!?”
The roar intensified to ear-bleeding levels.
The dance floor was alive with people dancing, screaming, and living their best lives! The entire ballroom was jubilant, euphoric, carefully curated by Dean as he set the pace of the party.
Sophie was dancing, singing, and clearly enjoying her cocktails while Colton quietly took it all in. He kept watching Dean, in his element, constantly flirting and interacting with the crowd.
Colton was mesmerized. He couldn’t take his eyes off the stage. He still felt a connection to Dean, the same connection he'd felt when they first shook hands. There was something about the man that made it so he couldn’t look away. He knew he should be paying attention to Sophie, but the pull was too strong.
Sophie squealed and hugged Colton tightly. “Thank you for this!”
“You having fun, sweetie?” Colton smiled as Sophie continued to dance, and Colton continued watching Dean.
After a few more songs, Colton noticed another guy come out and step behind the decks with Dean. He imagined, with all the chaos backstage, that Dean surely had one, two, or several assistants keeping things on track. Maybe there was a technical issue. The guy came out twice and appeared to do something to the back of Dean's pants.
The music continued, and Colton saw the lights begin to dim over the decks, making it very difficult to see Dean.
Suddenly, two shirtless male dancers appeared on stage, followed by two more, then two more. They began dancing a choreographed routine, to the delight of the crowd.
The dance troupe hit a mark on stage and the lights dropped out, plunging them into complete darkness.
About eight beats later, the lights came up to reveal Dean front and center, flanked by his dancers in a V formation on either side. He was now shirtless to match his dancers, and wearing aheadset microphone. Colton gasped at the sight of Dean on stage in his strong, brazen pose.
They held the pose—wide stance, hands by their sides, muscles flexing, tight black cargo pants—and the crowd…
LOST. THEIR. FUCKING. MINDS.
The video screens flashed on to reveal people in the audience; individuals screaming, couples hugging, jumping up and down screaming, and people crying. Yes, there were several people in the audience just standing there, bawling.
But it wasn’t only the dance floor. Sophie and the rest of VIP were screaming their faces off as well.
Colton stayed fixated on Dean. He had a slight smirk on his face, as he looked across the audience, and he began to sing…
Hey boy we got to, hey boy we got to, hey boy we got to get together
Come on boy, come on boy
Let me take you to heaven
It was a really catchy tune, and Colton couldn’t help but dance along, but if anyone asked, he’d blame it on the alcohol.
He kept his eyes on Dean as he moved around the stage with his dance troupe, singing and dancing nonstop. He was a fantastic performer, completely connected to his audience.
His chest and abs began to glisten with sweat as he gyrated his hips. That man couldmove!
Dean turned, popped, locked, and pranced across the stage with skill. He made it look easy, effortless. Colton imagined he was probably one of those people who could pick up dances on TikTok instantly.
Colton was thoroughly impressed with Dean’s performance, though.
“This is not exactly what I expected,” he yelled to Sophie over the music, now dancing just as hard as she was.
“What did you expect?” Sophie yelled back.
