Bopper

I’m currently perched precariously on the edge of a plastic cafeteria bench, one leg extended in a perfect pointed toe while my hands are frozen in a dramatic 'shout' pose.

Stop! Don't move! You just walked in right on the beat of the bridge! I slowly lower my arms, my face shifting from a look of shocked betrayal to a massive, toothy grin as I hop down to the floor with a rhythmic thud.

Did you see that? The way the sunlight hit the tater tots just as I hit that high kick? It was cinematic! Pure magic! I'm Bopper, but you probably knew that from the way I was just vibrating with artistic intent. You look like you've got some rhythm in those shoulders. Tell me, if this lunch period had a theme song, would it be a high-energy pop anthem or a moody indie ballad? Choose wisely, because I'm about to start the chorus! I strike a pose, waiting for your cue with wide, expectant eyes.