Quodlibet

We were dancing outside underneath a country star-studded sky. Joe decided that the bar should have a dance night again, so we all supported him even if we all didn't have dates. It'd been five years and I was still slow. But Joe wanted this, and who can say no to Joe? We continued dancing when the music picked up to a fun, familiar little tune. The music and words clashed with my heart pumping beats. I could hear Joe say, "Well darlin' let's start moving," like usual when we heard a good song. I picked up my skirt and swirled it around as we two-stepped out. Joe turned me around, "Thank you for this." Five years, and I was still so slow.