Tiger hadn't really been planning on coming. He's spent a very long time after he decided that he'd try staring at the clothes laid out on his bed and trying to urge himself to actually put them on and go outside. In the end, there's really only one thing that gets him to actually go - the chance to see Greg again, and the other people separated from him by the label divide.

He doesn't really know what to do once he's there, though. The sight of the bodyguards lined up everywhere makes him extremely nervous. He shies away from the central area of attention almost immediately, tugging at his outfit warily. His head has felt extra weird since the new year started, like something is on the edge of his consciousness that he can't quite find.

He feels spaced out in a way that makes everything seem extra awkward and clumsy. He wanders out to where people are dancing without actually spotting Greg's more enthusiastic antics, almost forgetting why he showed up in the first place. It starts out small. He shifts his weight around in an approximation of dancing, his fists clenched at his sides, until it gradually grows and grows.

By the end of the song he finds himself thrashing around wildly, the kind of dancing he would have done at the start of all this just for the sake of annoying people. Hah! He can barely remember what it felt like to be so sure of himself. To feel like anyone in particular.

So, he pushes himself into that zone as hard as he can, desperate to feel something other than fear.