dance

Their costumes are pristine and crisp, perfect. Warming up, ready to wow the audiance. Places! It begins. These swirling, prancing twirling bodies are wirlwinds over the gleaming shining stage. The audiance mesmerised. A leap, a breath of hope and...yes! The audiance jumps to their feet! 3 pointer!

I made this all on Garage band...
yes. I'll admit. a FEW loops...not all.
Lyrics:

I dropped a glass
got shards in my feet
I smell like I'm reckless
as I walk down the street

I think that I'm crazy
but I don't mind
I'm smelling of ruthless
and stale wine..

wine

I think I'm just fine.

So kick off your shoes,
put on your pants
baby its time
its time to dance

DANCE!

I think I made a mistake.
I know I made a mistake.

I just want things back
to how they were.

The worst of it is that school is over now,
and I may not see you
until September.
I can't judge your emotions, your reactions,
if you act differently around me now.

I didn't do anything wrong! I did everything wrong.

I thought I understood, I thought you did too,
and if you ask anyone (anyone!) else

it was obvious.

Obvious
even for me
at the end.

I was excited. I was confident. I was positive that that night, everything would work out.
For once.

Please! Rewind! She never said that.
I told her to say that. I take it back. Do I?

Excited, sad, mad, nervous, happy, sad, mad, disappointed.
In the space of an hour and a half.

Why can't you play
one more song?

It was 10 seconds
10 seconds

when I was expecting
more.

Because apparently I read you wrong, I saw what wasn't there, and you didn't get it.
Or maybe you did.

I hear about others,
Asked and rejected,
And others,
accepted.
Accepted the chance,
To the game of luck,
The heart’s dance,
To love and be loved,
Or loved and dumped.
Will your heart trip and break,
Or will it waltz perfectly?
My broke and healed long ago,
And it’s ready to dance again.
Mine wishes to foxtrot with only a few,
A select few
That are already dancing,

Earlier
Today
I had a different dance lesson.
Two PE classes joined
For complicated teacher reasons.
And for the first time
In a long time
I saw
Her.

She's not in any of my classes
Now.
She used to be.
We were
Best friends
In our
Little fifth-grade banding-together
Way.
I can still remember
The layout of her house,
Where her
Little sister sleeps,
The couch where

We used to
Laugh at the song lyrics together,
Twisting and
Jumping
And singing
"Watch out
For flying
Claaaams"
In Beginners class
When I was nine and she was
Ten.

Then I went away,
Took another class,
Lived in
Japan.
And now
I don't know if she
Recognized me
That first day of
Class
As I recognized her.
Now she's
Leading a dance, up in
Front
Where we all
Follow her.

At the party
he was dancing.
crazy
Two-step-thrash-ska-free-style
and
He was serious.
tired of it all
he copes.
acting.
On-stage-too-much-no-thoughts
and
no one understands.
once he smiled
for me
gladly
sang-those-words-with-a-point
and
crashed so silently.
all he wants
what he needs
trust me.
Swear-you'll-be-there-for-him
and
Never play those games.