(The) Writing on the Wall and Dancing Anyway

Here's a little dailiness.  

Please tell me this grafitti thing won't last forever.  Each day I discover a new creation, I think to myself "at least it's not Sharpie on the carpet" ten times.

Rather than crying when the boys start stage-fighting during her dance parties, A now just keeps dancing anyway.  I hope that she's concluded that songs are simply too short to cry through.