Shenseea - — Work Me Out Ft. Wizkid Instrumental

Devon started toward her, a clumsy apology already forming on his lips.

The crowd thinned around her, drawn in by the gravity of her isolation. She closed her eyes. In the darkness behind her lids, she wasn’t in a sweaty warehouse. She was on a beach at sunset, the sand cool under her feet, the ocean breathing in time with the track. She was in a Lagos club, the air thick with cologne and joy. She was in a New York loft, rain sliding down the windows. Shenseea - Work Me Out Ft. WizKid Instrumental

When the breakdown hit—just the percussion and a ghostly echo of the synth—Taya froze for a single, perfect second. Silence in the rhythm. Then, as the beat crashed back in, she turned. Her eyes found Devon’s. She didn’t smile. She didn’t gloat. She just tilted her head, a single drop of sweat tracing a path down her temple. Devon started toward her, a clumsy apology already

Then, the selector dropped the needle.

Devon forgot the girl in the lime-green dress. His mouth went dry. He had seen Taya dance a hundred times, but never like this. This wasn't a performance. It was a séance. She was summoning every version of herself she’d been too tired, too heartbroken, or too scared to show him. In the darkness behind her lids, she wasn’t

Devon saw it first. The way her neck straightened. The way her eyes, previously dull with boredom, caught the light like a cat’s.