[ WP ] Follow-up : You are a compulsive dancer . Anywhere there is music playing you struggle to remain still .

The disease began with me. 
 
 As far as I know, I was the first recorded case of it. In the beginning, friends and family thought it was a joke. The doctors thought me a liar. There was no possible scientific explanation for a disease that would make one dance, of all things, whenever music was heard. It just made no sense. But when we discovered that it was contagious, that I spread the disease wherever I went, the doctors started studying me seriously. Still, at the time it was still just a passing curiosity, and no hindrance to everyday life. 
 
 The unease began when it turned out that the spread of the disease started to accelerate. The doctors, through careful experimentation, discovered that the disease had a delayed onset upon exposure. That countless many may have caught the disease without displaying the symptoms became cause for concern, and the doctors started working towards a cure. 
 
 Then, finally, the terror began with the soft humming of a pop song. The music was heard everywhere, even in enclosed rooms, seemingly without a source. The city, as one, began to dance a subdued little jig. Following that, Beethoven's Ninth Symphony. If you are unfamiliar with this song, it is an hour long, quite dramatic and powerful. Accordingly, the people of the streets waltzed, forcefully. Twenty minutes in, the streets were panting and gasping from exertion. At the end of the song, screams for mercy were heard across the city. 
 
 At that time, whatever cosmic DJ that staged this impromptu dance party decided that the warm-up was over. It began to play its own unending mix of heavy metal and dubstep. And oh how the city learned to hate these two genres. Between the headbanging and moshing, the screams ended. There was no breath left in the people to scream. The city fell, one by one, out of heart attacks, strokes, exhaustion. The weakest among us died within half an hour of the mad dance. The strongest began collapsing after the third hour. 
 
 And I? I managed to crush the auditory organs in my ears through a particularly inventive method of headbanging, along with parts of my skull. And as I lay bleeding and dying, I looked out into the crowd and cursed the cruel and twisted world that would come up with the terrible and silly idea of compulsive dancing.
