روايات وقصص ضمن You're Not Dancing On Your Own

Her friend knew how to pull her strings. They didn’t care the dance floor was still deserted. They stood in the middle of it and danced, the two of them alone. Jo hurried to join them and others followed. By the end of the song, half the group was on the dance floor, while the excited girls still came and went.

It was a dance without music, guided by the rhythm of our hearts and the whispering night. I decided to break the ice further, attempting to make her laugh. "You know, I once tried taking dance lessons. Turns out, I'm better at running a company than leading on the dance floor." She laughed, a sound that echoed through the night. "Well, at least you're not stepping on my toes." Our laughter mingled with the night breeze, creating a moment of unexpected joy. It felt like the walls we had built around ourselves were momentarily forgotten, and we were just two people dancing under the vast expanse of the starlit sky.

I can't make a mistake with that scent. It's already too late and impossible to resist because his hand was already around my waist, supporting me as we walk all the way to the dance floor. "Hero Yves and Alyana Yvonne on the dance floor everyone! The almost Mr. and Mrs. Veneracion but never did" the disc jockey jovially announced. A round of applause and cheers followed, it's deafening in that case, but it didn't bother me, what disturbs me at the moment was how can I slip on this act if I don't know how to dance?! Slow panic started to trail on my spine.

"My friend, I know things haven't been easy, but you need to take some time to distract yourself from your problems and stop thinking about a woman you probably will never see again." The DJ starts playing "Bam Bam" by Camila Cabello and Ed Sheeran, and I can't resist. I jump up, shedding all my shyness, and rush to the dance floor, pulling my sister along with me. She knows that when it comes to dancing, I become a different person. I love this song; who can resist it? I notice some glances that can't stop me now, and others join us on the dance floor, which is now more crowded than before.

I took a deep breath, gathering my thoughts, and mustered the courage to speak honestly. "Um, don't get me wrong, sir," I began, my voice laced with politeness. "You are a fine young man, but I am not sure if I can dance... so I suggest you find another dance partner." His smile remained unwavering, and he nodded in understanding. "I appreciate your honesty. Dancing can be intimidating, especially when it's your first time in a new place. But allow me to assure you, there's no pressure. The dance is meant to be a joyful experience, and I'm more than happy to guide you through it."

Of course. I forgot I was the only one on earth who couldn't dance to save themselves. It was earlier to turn him down than step into the dance floor and be ogled at like a piece of bad art, but my mom's words never stopped harassing my mental health. “I can't dance, but must dance. Is there a remedy?” He didn't seem surprised when he nodded. “Just stand on my feet and leave the rest to me.” Then, he paused. “It would seem a bit romantic, hope you don't mind?”

“Maybe I can sing. But I can’t dance for shit.” “If I told you once, I told you half a dozen times: Anyone…” “… can dance,” Nate finishes, nodding like a bobblehead puppy. “Just pretend nobody’s watching you. That’s what I do. You think I dance for other people? Fat chance. I dance for myself. To relieve my stress. When I’m dancing, that’s the only time I feel I’m free.” Shadow extends his motorcycle helmet to Nate. “Here.” “What am I supposed to do with that?”

I don’t need anyone. Just this moment. Just this fire. Just me. And I dance. Alone. Fierce. Unapologetic.

Since what happened with Ethan, I have been guarded…. _________ “I-am not that good on the dance floor,” I say after a short silence, a small smile tugging at the corner of my lips, trying to sound convincing. It's not that I don't know how to dance. It's just that…I wasn't sure and that's why I was trying to find an escape. “You don't need to be good on the dance floor to be on one.” He jokes, shrugging and not making a big deal out of it. “Besides, nobody is going to watch because they're all busy.” He says, looking around at the scattered students all over the compound, each one of them minding their own business.

It was making me rather twitchy and nervous. Pops was already on the dancefloor, dancing seductively by herself, not a care in the world that I had stopped moving and that she was now on her own. Not that she was able to make a fool out of herself dancing on her own in such a way, of course. Poppy has always been able to do everything perfectly, so dancing suggestively in front of all these single males was a walk in the park for her.