…tonight we’re doing the rock & roll mixer!”
“I want you to stand in a circle please. Lady, gent, lady gent… Ok. Now, gents, move so you’re standing in front of your lady on the inside of the circle”
A scuffle ensues as the movements are completed.
“This is how it goes guys! Bum in, bum out, turn around, and then ladies, you move to the gentlemen on your left handside”
An even greater scuffle. The inevitable screw up when some of the ladies goes right instead of left. A few turns that’s kind of wonky. Eventually. Everybody sort of has the idea, and the music starts.
Bodies twirling and swirling. Colourful lights shining through the darkness, illuminating the dancers.
She concentrates on not falling over as yet another man swings her to his other side, just in time to land in front of…HIM. The man she’s been eyeing. Wishing fervently that the music only stops once she’s in front of him. The one she’s been dying to dance with. She’s only ever seen him from afar. Not a brilliant dancer, probably only starting out in this mad rush to learn how to do something that will make you stand out in an ordinary crowd. She makes a point of looking for him on the nights the socials happen. Try and stand as close to him as possible when the mixers start. Four people away – should make for enough turns so she lands in front of him, and not another random, toe-stepping bloke.
The music stops. In all the activity she’s almost forgotten to see who she will end up next. As she stands still, she looks up. Dream come true. Butterflies start spinning. He smells lovely – not sweaty at all like so many of the other guys. Just clean male with something otherworldly thrown in for good measure. In the darkness she can’t make out the colour of his eyes, but she looks at him. And he looks back.
Slowly she lifts up her hand to place it in his inviting one. Her other hand touches his shoulder. His arm snakes around her waist, pulling her closer, closer to him. She follows gladly. At last. It feels good. To be held by this one man. Close to his warm body. Her softness complementing the hard planes of his.
Something makes its way through her body. A frisson of electricity. Quickly she looks up, and is caught up in his eyes. He’s watching her intently. Almost as if he also felt the current. The studio disappears. They are caught in a bubble of their own making. Slowly he pulls her into the dance, closely swaying with her, moving with the music, closer to the side until they’re off the floor, still wrapped in a cocoon of their own making.
He looks down at her.
“I’ve been waiting for you” he says.