It's 9:36 at night. Headphones in, chemistry notes on your desk. You're trying your hardest to shove equations and symbols into your fatigued brain. All of a sudden, your jam comes on. You feel it first in your neck, the bobbing to the beat. Then your feet, then your shoulders. Within 10 seconds you're out of your chair and you're dancing around your room. No one watching, no one judging. It's just you, the music and your limbs. Promise me this. You'll dance as much as you can, whenever and wherever.