Ever see that girl dancing on the scarcely populated dance floor waving her hands freely in the air, not dancing but just moving with the music the way you could only imagine her dancing alone in the comfort of her own lounge room, she is handed a tambourine from a luscious younger man, she holds it, shakes it, the joy, bliss and elation radiates from her the way it did a year ago. This girl was me.
I ended the night with a pash from Mr Tambourine man on the dance floor, didn’t even care to find out his name. Bob? Dylan?
I ended the night with a pash from Mr Tambourine man on the dance floor, didn’t even care to find out his name. Bob? Dylan?
3 comments:
Go for it... I love to step out of my comfort zone every now and then. It makes me feel alive!
I need to learn to do it more often
Ahhh, so this whole "dance like no-one is watching" thing really works, huh? Hmmmm... I think I'd just look like a gumby if I tried it... ;)
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