TWINKLE TOES
As I watched them twirl gracefully on the dance floor, I sighed. The chemistry was great. It was wholly impersonal- they were just two members from the same team who had style, grace, and a love for the dance floor. They looked like they were having fun.
I spent the rest of the evening trying to escape getting dragged to dance. It was not just my innate dislike of flashing lights, crowds and loud music.. I simply cannot dance. And when friends glare at me in disbelief, I can do all to convince except actually shake a leg.
All evening, I dodged and skirted probable Pullers, and even thus, I ended up waggling two fingers in the air before picking up a pretend phone call-- 5 times over the evening. Why did I waggle two fingers? Because I would assuredly fall over if I tried using my feet.
It is very difficult to appear graceful whilst struggling to keep upright with multiple left feet. I'm clumsy on a normal day-- I walk into chairs, bang my head unfailingly on the corners of shelves, drop my phone one zillion times each day. Put me and music together and there will be a spectacle. It is not possible to attain my level of dance-floor malfunction with just two clumsy feet.. there must be at least a couple more invisible ones down there which decide to spring into oaf-like action at the very beat of a drumstick.
Sigh. I wish I could twirl. I am not even in kiddie school anymore to be able to swivel in front of the mirror in a frilled frock without feeling sheepish. Any twirling I do will have to be in a room full of pillows to prevent serious damage. As for the dance floor, twirling will not just be a spectacle, it will most definitely be a swinging-shinging debacle.
I spent the rest of the evening trying to escape getting dragged to dance. It was not just my innate dislike of flashing lights, crowds and loud music.. I simply cannot dance. And when friends glare at me in disbelief, I can do all to convince except actually shake a leg.
All evening, I dodged and skirted probable Pullers, and even thus, I ended up waggling two fingers in the air before picking up a pretend phone call-- 5 times over the evening. Why did I waggle two fingers? Because I would assuredly fall over if I tried using my feet.
It is very difficult to appear graceful whilst struggling to keep upright with multiple left feet. I'm clumsy on a normal day-- I walk into chairs, bang my head unfailingly on the corners of shelves, drop my phone one zillion times each day. Put me and music together and there will be a spectacle. It is not possible to attain my level of dance-floor malfunction with just two clumsy feet.. there must be at least a couple more invisible ones down there which decide to spring into oaf-like action at the very beat of a drumstick.
Sigh. I wish I could twirl. I am not even in kiddie school anymore to be able to swivel in front of the mirror in a frilled frock without feeling sheepish. Any twirling I do will have to be in a room full of pillows to prevent serious damage. As for the dance floor, twirling will not just be a spectacle, it will most definitely be a swinging-shinging debacle.
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