You're Not Dancing On Your Own Novels & Stories

“One dance.” Macey leveled both of them with a stare. “You sound drunk to me, and even if you weren’t, I don’t dance with anyone other than my husband, so I’d highly suggest you just walk away.” The blond one scowled, but they did in fact walk away, and Macey and I went back to watching the other girls still out on the dance floor. “I wish I liked to dance,” I admitted. Macey giggled. “Me too.” “I have to pee. I’ll be right back,” I said, and pushed my chair away.

I might risk getting into trouble with my dad when I get home if I don't take this necessary action. "you guys should go on ahead and have fun. I'm going to catch up with you guys later." I tell them and they all smile and wave at me. "Don't take off your mask boy." Brooke recites to me immediately and I scoff sarcastically before giving him a pat on the back. In a few minutes, we have already separated and I find myself struggling to get past the countless endless numbers of people on the dance floor brushing and dancing crazily against themselves without even caring that their bodies are clinked together.

Kayla pointed to her aunt doing the classic step. "Come on" they pulled me to the dance floor and I joined them giggling. It's okay I can dance and then faint. Cause if you liked it then you should have put a ring on it If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it Don't be mad once you see that he want it If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it Oh, oh, oh We sang at the top of our lungs and danced. I almost tripped on my own feet and was ready to fall face down on the floor but a pair of strong hands held me.

But I refuse to let their preconceptions define my journey. “You dance, and we’ll dance,” says Theo, not sounding entirely convinced. He does something on his phone, and the music begins. It’s a pulsating bass that reverberates through the room. Mark, Danny, and Theo begin to dance with an effortless grace, their bodies interpreting the rhythm with precision and power. Each step, and each gesture, is a testament to their years of dedication and experience. They seem to belong to this world, like a well-worn groove in a vinyl record.

The entire place buzzed with life, and yet, I felt completely disconnected from it. My fingers tightened around the empty glass. “Another one?” the bartender asked. “Yes—” “No,” Ananya and I said at the same time. “That’s enough. You will have no more," Ananya said sternly. “Fine!” I got up, moved unsteadily to the dance floor. I let my hips sway a little, my eyes half-closed—moving to the rhythm of the music. A hand suddenly gripped my waist. “Hey beautiful. You shouldn’t be dancing alone.”

This relieves stress. [Song is playing: I never miss a beat I’m lightning on my feet And that’s what they don’t see, mm, mm That’s what they don’t see, mm, mm I’m dancing on my own (Dancing on my own) I make the moves up as I go (Moves up as I go) And that’s what they don’t know, mm, mm That’s what they don’t know, mm, mm] I almost climbed into bed and stood there to dance. With the softness of the bed, I just jumped for joy instead of dancing. There was a look of pleasure on my lips as I did this, I wish Trace hadn’t heard me.

A few couples are scattered around, dancing under the lights. I blink at Noah with amusement. “What is this?” He extends his hand. “Dance with me.” I hesitate as I look at his extended hand with a smile, “You don’t seem like the dancing type.” “I’m not.” He steps closer, his voice lower. “But there is nothing wrong in trying out new things.”

She always moved as if the music was flowing through her bones, and Giovanni is dancing in the same way now. “WORLD DON’T REVOLVE AROUND YOU, GIRL, YOU NOT THE ONLY ONE!” The crowd screamed along as the song changed, and Gio’s dance effortlessly transitioned into the high-beat rhythm. People had begun to look his way, and I was too self-conscious to dance beside him. I had always been a bit of an awkward dancer, especially now that I had no alcohol in my system. “Don’t make me dance alone!” he teased, his waist doing an overly complicated belly dance type of movement that I was immediately jealous of. How and why was he so flexible? And how could I get that for myself?

If they were only being actors too on a stage. Christian collected the champagne glass from my hands and dropped it into the tray of one of the waiters. He took my hand and to my surprise, pulled me to the dancing floor. "You are being a very bad actress tonight, Belle." He said. "Maybe it's because I'm not one. I've never been to a party like this, cut me some slacks." I replied, avoiding his gaze. "There will be rumours tomorrow if you don't act right and believe me, you won't like what you see about you on the news." He replied.

“If you aren’t dancing then neither am I.” “It’s your party! You can’t sit here with me. Go find your guys and have fun!” I insist but she won’t budge. “They’ll be fine without me for a bit. I’m not letting my bestie drink alone!” By the time her mates come to collect her, we've downed so many shots I’m officially blitzed. I remember I’d been sulking but have completely forgotten why. I’m already heading toward the dance floor, ready to enjoy my chemically-induced lack of restraint, when a large arm catches around my waist.