Dear Dance Music,

You have always been a close friend to me, helping me through my times of sorrow, times of bliss, times of boredom.  After our first encounter, I thought that we would be together forever, dancing through life at 120-208 BPM.  We were drawn even closer when the other children at school started mocking me for my odd twitches and mannerisms.  You were there for me, waiting to comfort me with your warm enveloping embrace.  But I must say that after a long and loving relationship, I feel that you are starting to lose your appeal.
   
At first, it was perfect, with your steady baseline and infinitely repeating melody.  You gave me what no one else could: a feeling of permanence.  Where others would modulate, change chords, speed up, slow down, you stayed steady, providing something that I felt I could depend on.  But now that we have had five years to get to know each other better, the sense of comfort from your persistence is gone.

You used to be a source of power for me, your thumping base line chugging along, pushing me further and further along.  I could always depend on you to get me through work, one beat at a time.  But now that I have gotten to know you, Dance Music, I have grown to realize that your constant beat has become tiring.  Every time you approach me, saying that you have something new and exciting to show me, it sounds exactly like that song you gave me last Christmas, or the cute tune from early summer.

To be frank, Dance Music, you have become boring.  Your endless, monotonous droning has finally gotten to me.  I can't stand hearing another one of your repetitive thump-tracks.  I'm amazed that I hadn't realized this earlier, but you continue to amaze me with your lack of originality.  It seems that all you know how to do now is to take an old song and slap your all too familiar beat onto it.  In the beginning, this was comfortable.  Now it has become tedious.

I'm sorry, but I need some variety in my life.  Something new.  Something exciting.  Don't get me wrong, Dance Music, we've had our good times together.  But I think it's time I started seeing other genres.  I know you've been sneaking jealous glances at new blood as well.  How could you deny it?  I've caught you ‘mixing it up' with Grunge and Classic Rock.  Hell, most of the best things you've done recently were only after you visited that damn "70's Pop" slut.

After all this time, I'm sad that the originality and excitement I once saw in you has degenerated into the sorry excuse of yourself you've become.  I know that you think we are meant for each other, and deep in my heart I think so too, but what you've been doing recently has caused my resolve to waiver, and I can't take it any more.

I'm sure we'll meet again, Dance Music, and hopefully by then you will have changed.  But until then, I'm going to look for someone with more than one trick up his sleeve.  I'm sorry to end this relationship, but you must have seen it coming.  Goodbye.