Just dance

"C'mon. Dance with me. I love this song." [She bites her lower lip and her hips begin to move with the music.]

"You know I can't dance and even when I try I end up looking like a complete fool." [He moves closer to the wall, hoping that a secret door will magically appear and save him from his fear.]

[She giggles. They have been through this so many times before and he always ends up with the same horrified look on his face.]

"You think too much. You're the only one who really cares about what you look like when you dance. Just trust me. Take my hand, close your eyes, and let the bass fill your body. Nobody in here is watching you. They're entranced in their own experience."

[With an exaggerated exhale, he reluctantly gives in and allows her to lead him into the crowd of people. Instantly, he feels entwined within the labyrinth of the swaying and pulsating bodies. He gasps for breath and tries to retrace his steps back to safety but to his dismay, the path is over-grown with ecstatic dancers. Besides, as he pulls away, she pulls him back with a strength that reminds him that he is going nowhere. He knows that the only way out of this situation is to resign himself to the music and show at least a feeble attempt at having fun. If only his legs didn't feel like two lead poles attached to the floor. Slowly, he lifts his right foot from ground, then his left. His hips begin to move a little from side to side. To his amazement, he feels his parted lips and notices a hint of a smile forming on his face. Then, he opens his eyes and sees her. She is so beautiful, so goddess-like, in the ocean of lights and sensual rhythm of the music. Her body flows so freely and her face exudes ecstasy. She has found her happy place. This moment makes it all worth it...well, that, and her promise to watch the football game tomorrow.]