"The Dance"

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About a sixteen year old girl that goes to a High school dance, in hopes of dancing with a real cute boy...

Submitted: August 08, 2017

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Submitted: August 08, 2017



“The Dance”



She wasn’t a wall flower

she smiled


and tried to

let the boys know

she wanted to dance

but she was getting

the feeling

she might be out classed


she considered herself

average looking

but on the high side

of average

she had been to

school dances before

but this year

she was 16

she wanted to dance

with a really cute guy

not just one of her

male lab partners,

they were nice

just not the kind of guy

that had you writing

his name

a 100-times

over and over

on your notebook

during 1st period math

after just one

long slow dance.

Freshmen year

she would have danced

with one of her girlfriends

but now

that seems so very

Junior High,

she looks over

the other girls

that are getting

asked to dance

some are older

their age alone

took them out of

the pool of guys

she was competing for

it was the others,

Sophomore girls

and a few of the

real mature looking Freshmen

that she was up against

many of them

really knew how to

apply their make-up

bringing out their

facial features

in ways she had to admit

blew her away

she had to give them

a silent golf clap

each time

one would walk by

some of the others


had done their make-up

in a way

that had her wondering

if a guy asked

“How Much?”

before he asked her to dance

she looks over at

Johnny B

not really sure what

the “B” means

his last name is


she gives him

a really big smile

when he looks up

and catches her

wishful thinking stare,

last year she would have

quickly looked away

when their eyes met

but this year

she brought her

self-confidence with her

she wants him to know

that she’s interested in him

but he acts like he’s

much to cool for her

pretends to look

right past her

when their eyes meet

as if she was someone

he didn’t care to know

she scoffs,


he knew her well enough

last year

when he copied

her English homework

on more than one occasion.

Her girlfriend accepts

the first opening bid

to dance

he was only

a so-so looker

she glances back

over her shoulder

and mouths the words

“You got to start somewhere”

as she’s lead to the dance floor.

She notices a gaggle

of Freshmen girls

all dressed in

one piece pajamas

complete with footies

she misses her innocence

of just a year gone past

she is willing to bet

those girls have more fun

telling untrue gossip

to each other

paired along with their

simultaneous group sighs

each time a cute boy

walks by

and throws them a look,

she takes a quick glance

at all the Frosh so-so boys

that always seem to


at the far corner

of the gym

maybe they think

there is safety in numbers

she breaks her visual survey

not wanting any of them

mistaking it for

an invitation

to ask her to dance,

she takes up

watching her friend dance

with some sort of

semblance of rhythm,

her friend

looking back at her

a screwed-up smile

finding it’s place

on her face,

so many of the girls

are wearing high heels

she chose flats

practically winning out

over fashion

thinking now

that might have been

a mistake.

Her friend sits down

sipping on a coke

the so-so looker

had bought for her


as the next song starts

something takes

hold of her

“I Love this Song”

She says

as she stands up

pulls off her shoes

and just walks

to the center

of the dance floor

she stops

looks down to the floor

and absorbs

the next few beats

of the music

then she starts to move

stepping forward

her barefoot reaching out

grabbing the gym floor

pulling the rest of her body

behind it

her body starts to

turn and twist

the song

and her movements

are completely in-sync

the others

continue to dance

just giving her

a little more space

as her body

is pulled around the room

by the tempo

of the music

every step and sway

each pause

she makes

while standing on

her bare tippy-toes

before her body flows

towards the floor

only to spring back up

on to a pair

of perfect

but unnoticed before


that have now captured

along with the rest

of her body

every available eye

in the house,

nothing she did

seemed to beg for attention

her body

moving in ways

that was many levels

above sexy

it was beautiful,

the boys stood staring

the girls

some jealous

but most

were just as amazed

at this improve

display of both

beauty and art

no one could look away

as the music spun

towards its final note

and as the last beat

begun to fade

she found herself

in the middle

of the dance floor

looking down

at her two bare feet,

the whole room

was completely quite

as she stood their

looking down,

then she just

raised her head

and meekly walked back

to her seat

the crowd

unsure of

what just happened

just stood in awe

of what they had

just witnessed,

the DJ cued up a song

that broke through

their dream like state

and as she sits down

some of the boys

that took notice

of her dance

began to make their way

towards her

to ask her to dance

but Johnny B

got their first


”How have you been doing?”

“I just noticed you here”

“Would you like to dance?”

He says

with a Cheshire Cat smile

she looks at him oddly

and in a dead pan voice


“Do I know you?”

He stammers

“Johnny B”

she gives him

the weakest of smiles

“No Thanks”

and goes back to

talking with her friend,

she finds herself

back out on

the dance floor

dancing with a few

very cute boys

none that had her

transferring his name

in ink

to one of her notebooks

but it was a great night


and this morning

as she walked

between classes

she could hear

more than a few


and even some


about the most

beautiful dance

this school

has ever seen…


Tom Allen…08-05-2017…



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