Dance to the Music: Modern Fantasy

The music led her on, beckoning her to a place of joy and celebration, and she danced. The bells around her ankles jingled, and she laughed to hear the music as she headed to the parade, and she danced. She danced and she danced and the drums grew louder, their percussion rattling so fast it sounded like growling, and she danced. She danced and danced until she stepped wrong and fell and caught herself with her hands. She'd been dancing so long that her weariness had made her fall. She felt asphalt under her hands instead of grass, and that wasn't right. She looked up and the sky was a hazy yellow of an overcast cloudy city night instead of the brilliant blue of a country morning. Strobing lights made her blink and put up a hand to cover her eyes.

Inspiration: Pandora's "Jazz Holidays" station.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: And--for some reason, she's amazingly good at not being killed when she's dancing in this trance state. Which could be useful for many things. So she wakes up on an interstate, and then--it could be an okay story, but I've got better ideas.