Felicity circles up her classmates and then moves into the middle, head bobbing to the music. Feeling it. Letting the music possess her. Her whole body pulses once to the beat. Twice. Three times. Then on the fourth beat, she rolls a wave of electricity from the tip of one hand, up her arm, through one shoulder then over the other, down her other arm, and out her finger tips. She masterfully moonwalks three steps, spins, and thrusts her crotch at the unlucky person across from her.

Your move, biatch.