You're Not Dancing On Your Own Novels & Stories

Vincent stretched out his hands to me and I placed my hands in his and he pulled me to the dance floor. We started dancing and swaying with the music. We were so close to each other, his hands around my waist, my hands around his shoulder. We danced like we were the only one in the room. I got lost in his eyes because they have always been my weakness. We heard cheers from the audience and we looked around, that was when we knew the song had already come to an end. We detached from each other and I smiled awkwardly. Then my mother came over to me and asked me for a dance.

Even if they came across me on the outside, their faces wouldn't betray a single hint of recognition. I loved this place, because it allowed me to unleash my true self. "My dearest patrons…" I threw the rose into the crowd, watching as they scrambled to catch it. "Thank you for watching my dance." I bowed gracefully, before hooking a finger under my bodice, slipping it off. "My name is Rose, and I will be having the pleasure of performing for you starting today." I scanned their faces, picking out tonight's target. This really was… An intoxicating night!

But I know that the next day she will come and will pretend that she doesn't hate me because Jack is paying her good money for her job. I took my phone and turn on the song "'the Neighborhood-Afraid" I scratched my neck a little bit from one side to another, I step around a few steps and began to dance. I raised up my leg slowly than with one hand I easily grabbed it and spin around myself, my back was relaxed for the first time and I didn't push myself to think about choreography anymore, I just swam in the music with my dance, and my movements felt so easy, my body felt so calmed and organized. I finished my dance and tears released from my eyes, but I quickly wiped my tears.

It kinda looks romantic as the song played was Perfect by Ed Sheeran I glance at my smartwatch, it's 11:00 pm. Where's Caleb? I'm sleepy already. What took him so long to come back? I drank all the remaining beer in a can and stood up. Byron stood up too with his palm placed in the air in front of me. "Wanna dance?" he asks. My eyes widen and look at the dance floor, so many people, it would be embarrassing to dance at the center with this kind of music, so embarrassing.

"Come on, let's go!" They went to the dance floor and begin to dance to the music. Their dance moves are so funny, that I didn't know when I started laughing. "Eva, let's go find some hotties on the dance floor too" Aubrey suggested. I shake my head. "No. I don't think I can still dance, I've had too much drink I guess" She laughs. "You are still on your first bottle, Eva" "Yeah, I'm not much of a drinker" my eyes zero on a blonde hair guy who's dancing alone. "Go on, get that guy" I told her.

I walked to the side of the hall and waited there, while everyone started showing off their moves on the famous 70s song, Hot Stuff by Donna Summer. I enjoyed watching everyone dancing in the 70s style. Some were dancing willingly while some were dancing so that they are not forced to serve to their partner. Whereas, I felt lucky to get Dylan as my partner who understood my situation so well and didn’t mind me not dancing with him. I swung my body slowly from left to right in accordance with the song. While dancing, I looked here and there for Dylan but I couldn’t find him anywhere. “Where is Dylan?” I whispered to myself. “If anyone finds me here alone and not dancing, then I am gone…” I sa

"It's time that you - we - took back what was stolen from us. It is time to rejoin the Dance." "What dance?" I pleaded. My head was growing foggy, filled with heat. "THE dance. The dance of life. The dance you are watching unfold, right now, without joining in." "But... I... Why should I? I don't even know how to start, I- " "You do. He is here now."

So continue. Let's take our time tonight girl Above us all the stars are watching There's no place I'd rather be in this world Your eyes are ever I'm lost in Underneath the chandelier we're dancing all alone There's no reason to hide What we're feeling inside His hand calmly rubs the bottom of my spine and it was making me even more nervous. And stiff. I feel like my knees are becoming rocks and my feet is being cemented on the ground. I'm dragging myself around while Benedict leads the dance.

"I'm an official corps de ballet dancer. I've been one since I was sixteen Elliot." He laughed. "Stop that Elliot." Diane scolded him. "Oh please she's twenty and not a baby." He replied. "Anyway, be there everyone." "Of course we will." Sarah said, "I'll clear my schedule." "Daddy?" Maya said. Peter hadn't said anything since. He looked up and saw everyone's eyes on him. "Oh I'm sorry. Well done Maya, I'm proud of you." Satisfied, she smiled. "Elliot come with me for a minute." He stood up and his son followed.

“What exactly do I have to do?” “We have to dance,” he explained, his tone serious. “We will be a pair. Everyone is bringing someone. Aunt and Grandma are too old and I have no one else.” She teased him, “Ouch, Caleb, so you are only asking me because they couldn’t join?” He quickly responded, “No! No! I only want you.” Then, realizing he had given himself away, he mumbled, “I… can you please come?” Anna laughed but nodded. “Okay. I will come with you.”