All experienced dancers go to the center of the room
And I awkwardly stray to the corner.
When the music swims around the room
And the colored lights splash all around in random direction
I begin to nod my head.
The rhythm begins to take over me
And I begin to move my arms
My soul rejoices
My toes tingle
The music possesses me
And everyone around the room move like professional puppets.
My love for music flows through my veins
...But dancing is a different story...
“What are you doing?”
I stop. My sister shakes her head.
“Lessons would be nice.”