The Inner Monologue of a Disco Unicorn

Dancing like a pony. I prance for the admiration. Strut 'cross the dance floor like a mystical stallion. Whirl through the crowd, tossing my mane to catch their eyes. I need the heat of their stares to bake my body paint and keep my sweat from running streaks through my perfect form. Shake my hips with each step to swish my tail safely away from my heels. Live the fantasy in front of the crowd, on the floor, dancing like a pony.