That was a great night! Most of my friends had shown up to
the dance, and the whole crowd was laughing and having a good
time. I was having a blast, but I could tell she wasn't. So I
decided to dance with her.
I walked over to the D.J., and asked a question. With a single
yes, half the work was done. In just a few moments my favorite
song would begin to play.
I looked across the floor at her. She was so beautiful, and the
low light set the mood perfectly.
Normally, this is where the guy goes over to the girl, and asks
her to dance. I must have missed the day they taught that in
class, though. I want to make her happy, and there is only one
way for me to do that.
So, instead of going to her, I walked over, and sat down next
to him, After a moment, I finally got my tongue to work, and
then I asked him to do me a favor: when the next song starts,
ask her to dance.
And with that, it was done. I got up and walked away, to the
far side of the dance floor. I wanted her so bad, I wanted to
make her happy, so I had to give her away.
So, that night I gave her the dance she wanted, and I'm still
trying to give her the guy she wants.
I stepped back into the shadows as the song started up. I
watched him walk over to her, take her hand, and lead her onto
the floor. I saw the look of adoration on her face, and I knew I
had accomplished what I wanted.
I think the part that hurt the most was giving up my favorite
song. But I'd do it all again.