[ WP ] Turn a well known songs lyrics into a short story

It's been quite a while now. The music was louder than ever, and everyone was wasted beyond possible. The traffic jam at the toilet reminded me of New York at rush hour. Even I had the hardest time to stand, my legs feeling like cotton. They would be slipping under me at any time, now. I wanted to find some place to sit down, but the sofa was taken. The chairs were taken. Desperate, I let out a sigh and sat on the floor. 
 
 At this moment, time stopped right in its tracks. My intoxicated mind could n't patch up the pieces of what was happening. Under me, cracks on the floor were running on the ground like some unstoppable force. I wanted to scream, I wanted to find help. But no one seemed to care as they kept on partying like mad men. I tried to stand up, but my legs would n't twitch. I was on the verge of panicking, when finally my legs responded, but not to me. 
 
 Like possessed by some strange spirit, they moved aimlessly, barely keeping me standing. I flayed my arms to find some balance, but after three or four seconds, I realized I could n't control them anymore. Yet, they were bouncing and stretching and flexing. In no time, my body moved alone, with the rythm and bass of the blaring music, and I could only watch helplessly as I lost any hope of retaking control. 
 
 There was no point in continuing the struggle. For the sake of my sanity, I just let it go. I stopped caring, and let these bewitched limbs of mine move where they wanted to. And I was relieved. After I gave up the fight and embraced my plight, I even started enjoying it. Around me, fellow partiers were engaged in the same predicament than me. Unable to control their bodies by will, they let the music flow into their ears and mind. 
 
 It took me a while, but I finally realized what was happening. We were dancing. 
 
 All of a sudden, the floor crumbled. I could feel myself floating in the air as I was falling down into the darkness. We went through only one floor, but it felt like a hundred. I fell on my back, but I felt no harm. Instead, I got up as fast as an athlete. A man faced me. He was n't one of the partier, but rather the man who lived right under us. Anger has taken over all of his traits. I thought he was about to punch me. Using a opportune moment of lucidity, I managed to articulate: `` Should we turn the music down, sir?'' 
 
 He looked at me right into the eyes. He considered his answer. He was ready. He shouted: `` TURN DOWN FOR WHAT!''
