A simultaneous ode to my love of swing dancing, and an illustration of those who try to take advantage of people who shine bright. Some need not shine so much before they attract mindless flies with self-interests. Some of them put a cordial suit on, and others buzz around with their feelers and buggy eyes in full-view. This is an ode to anyone who has had to dance around situations like this. I also find it ironic that flies themselves persist to fly often too close to the light, like Icarus. This fly is about to get too close.