Dance

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.”