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Despacito: A Short Story

I didn't know how long I had been wandering this path for.
It gives no impressions. Only night, day, and the path itself. Reality seems to be misled, and the laws of physics distort themselves around the next bend.
Watch out, for gravity itself may change.

Suddenly, a voice appears in the sky. Is it the voice of God? I know nothing. I only know that the voice is coming for me, and will be alerted to my presence in a few seconds.
I hear the opening notes of a song. The voice vocalises and trembles slightly. I am unsure of the next step to take.

Now, the voice speaks its first intelligible words. 'Yes.' it says. 'You know that I've been looking at you for a long time.' it calls out to me. I'm very confused. What does this even mean?

'I must dance with you today' are the next words issuing from the disembodied mouth. Dancing? I'm in a dreamlike hellscape, what kind of proposition is dancing?

Suddenly, the scene disappears. I'm on a beach somewhere in the more tropical islands that adjoin the Gulf of Mexico and the Atlantic Ocean. The voice alerts me to his presence. I can't see it (him? what kind of pronouns do you use?), but some kind of 'sixth sense' allows me to detect the voice's presence.
It speaks again.
'I saw that the look in your eyes was calling me'.
'Show me the path that you will take'.

Great. Just great. Is this a nightmare? Do I know what to do when a ghostly voice in mid-air propositions me to dance? And suddenly... what is this? The Caribbean? Better than being transported to Antarctica or Neptune, I suppose.

'You, you're the magnet and I'm the metal.' are the next words issuing from the voice. 'I'm getting closer and making a plan.'

A plan? What kind of sorcery is this? So he wants to dance with me. And he says I'm like a magnet? Seriously, this must be a dream. In real life, disembodied voice don't tell you to dance with them.

Suddenly, the scene shifts again, as day turns into night. Two strange men come in front of me. One of them switches on a speaker. From it issues the same music that the voice was speaking of. It isn't regular music. It changes my emotions. It makes me feel so different to the way regular music outside of dreams would. That is, I hope this is a dream.
I hope I can get back to the real world.

One of the men speaks in the EXACT SAME TONE as the disembodied voice I heard previously. He says, 'Simply thinking about it makes my heart race'.

The other man speaks. Suddenly, his words come to sound like the essence of music.
Now, I'm already liking it more than usual
All of my senses are asking for more
We cannot do this in a rush
I suppose the spirits want to dance with me. That would be fine, wouldn't it? Some exercise, and the island of Puerto Rico behind us. I remember hearing that thousands of people in Puerto Rico were without power or running water. Apparently that kind of stuff only exists in the harshness of real life.

Certainly not in dreams.