Writing Challenges

Would You Like To Dance?

Welcome to day 3 of 30 Days of Writing, a creative writing challenge for the certifiably insane. To my credit, I did warn people.  Today’s prompt is “They played my song“. Enjoy, and don’t forget to link up at the end of this post if you’ve participated in today’s challenge despite your overwhelming desire to kill me.

 

Would You Like To Dance?

tango, ballroom dancers

“But they’re playing my song,” she said, hating the whiny pitch to her voice. “Just one dance.”

They hadn’t been dating for very long, and as she watched him sitting unmoved by her pleas, she began to think they wouldn’t be dating for much longer. That thought saddened her. She really liked him. So much so, she had invited him to join her for an evening at the dance hall with her friends.

But what was she supposed to do? They’d been sitting at the table since they arrived, nearly an hour ago. He’d only gotten up to get them drinks and hadn’t budged since.  It wasn’t so bad at first. She introduced him to everyone and of course the guys all started talking guy talk which gave the girls the chance to crowd around her and pass judgement.

“He’s cuuuuute!” Katie whispered.

“Hmm, a real dish,” agreed Erika.

But the conversations quickly ended as one couple after another got up to dance. Until they were the only ones left at the table. She had shyly asked him if he wanted to dance. He shook his head no and asked her if she wanted another drink.

And half an hour later, he was still saying no. And she was frustrated. Why on earth would he come to a dance hall if he didn’t want to dance with her? Finally Katie and Ron came back to the table.

“These new shoes are killing me,” Katie complained. “Ronny, why don’t you dance with Monika and let me rest my poor toes?”

“What do you say, Mon? Shall we?”

So she danced with Ron to a couple of songs and then a couple more when Katie waved at them to continue, rubbing her swollen feet with her free hand. Then Erika’s husband, Peter, asked her to dance. Then Maria’s boyfriend. After nearly an hour of being the relief dancer for her friends’ boyfriends and husbands, she finally made her way back to the table, back to her date.

He didn’t look happy.

She sat down beside him and made a feeble attempt at conversation, his noncommittal responses making it extremely difficult. Finally, looking down at her hands twisting nervously in her lap so he wouldn’t see the tears in her eyes, she asked him if he wanted to leave.

Silence. He wasn’t answering her. Her hands continued their spastic dance in her lap while her heart slowly broke apart. Then his warm, calloused hand reached over and stilled hers. She looked up at him. He smiled at her.

“Would you like to dance?”

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  • You know I think that guy’s like me. I find the more alcohol I imbibe the better dancer I become. Nice little story, Nicky. I’ll take 500 points for complimenting you.

  • Those days are so far behind me I’d almost forgotten those nights when we girls danced around our handbags waiting to be asked to dance by boys.  I wasn’t too fussed – I wonder why 😉

    Sweet story.

  • AWWWWW!  I LOVED THE END OF THE STORY!!!!  AMAZING!!!!!  One of those stories you read quickly because you can’t wait to see how it ends!

  • See….how you are…being all sweet and sentimental.  It makes it much harder to find a graphic.  I work best in the area of stupid sarcasm.  Still as your cheerleader, I am working within the theme of your post.  It was a great post, by the way.

  • You know, the meanie in me thinks she should have said “No,” and walked out on him! 😀 Alas, a good story and an interesting and happy ending! 

  • That was a wonderful post. Great take on the theme. What was “her song” I wonder?

  • Great story, Nicky.  After a rough start and an hour of watching her dance with everyone else, he came around and gave the story has a happy ending.  

  • Charming story, my friend.  So sorry, I’m behind.   

  • Actually, Dufus, that guy nursed the one drink all night long. I’m glad you liked it, mon ami. I’ll take back those 500 points for earning the compliment. 🙂

  • Hah, I love that “danced around our handbags”. Thanks, Babs, I’m glad you liked it.

  • Thanks Katherine! Luckily, it ends well 🙂

  •  Hahahaha! That’s hysterical, Cheryl!  I’ll try to make sure to include some sarcasm for tomorrow’s prompt! 🙂

  • I’m glad she didn’t think like you, or I would never have been born. The couple in the story were based on my parents. Happily, my dad was more jealous than he was uncomfortable dancing. 🙂

  •  Thanks, LM. I’ll have to ask her, she is my mom. 🙂

  • Thanks Linda. That’s exactly how it was, and 3 kids and nearly 50 years later, he still dances only with her. 🙂

  • Thanks, Jayne! No worries… no rules, remember? 🙂

  • Awww. That sucks. I wouldn’t have complimented you if you ddn’t deserve it.

    Hey, where’s Mike today? Three days in and he’s thrown in the towel?

  • I just got off the phone with the slacker and asked him the same thing. After numerous excuses, he promised to have something for tomorrow. The slacker. 🙂

  • Girls actually used to do that. It was the only way of keeping your eye on your handbag, so they could all get up and dance together. The handbags would all be placed in a pile and girls danced all around them.
    I learned to go without one and carry nothing but money, cigarettes and keys.

  • What a lovely, lovely story. (I cheated and read the comments so I know it was about your parents.) I am very happy about the ending, because I kind of like the offpsring they went on to produce. 😉 Terrific post, Nicky.

  • Thank you Lemmikki, I’m glad you like it. And I’m sure my brothers are relieved to know you like them 🙂

    Happy birthday, beautiful girl!

  • What a wordless wuss.

  • Damn, Nicky!  That was delightful! And I’m so pleased to know it was your parents!  Just charming!  (How I hooked up with my husbands would not be nearly as charming!)

  • OK OK! I’ll have something for tomorrow. Can’t a guy miss one day? Sheesh…

  • In real life that girl would’ve been EXTRA pissed.  Timing is everything in life, thus the crushing phrase “You’re too late.”  Once a woman is already disappointed it doesn’t matter if you show up with triple what she originally asked for, you’re too late.

  •  How I hooked up with my ex-husband wasn’t nearly as charming either! I’m glad you enjoyed it, hon.

  • God! I’m a little disappointed in your lack of faith in womankind (although, admittedly Eve did set the bar quite low). In real life, that girl married that man and had 3 children with him – one of which was me. They’ve been married nearly 50 years.  🙂

  • Awwwww, that was sweet. The jerk.

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    I know you were upset with me, but I needed time to strap my right leg on. Fucking war. So inconvenient when you’re trying to impress a girl…..

  • Careful, Margaret. that jerk is my dad 🙂

    In his defense, he is a very sweet but ultra-conservative man who feels self-conscious dancing. And I may have taken some creative license with my mom’s feelings about it.

  •  That wasn’t your right leg you strapped on. How much did you have to drink, dude?

  • Ha! Well, in that case, I’m glad she didn’t, either. Else we wouldn’t have this wonderful challenge. Speaking of which, I didn’t get points for a couple of my posts! I’m getting hosed! Being left behind in the dust! 😉

  • Ellie Belen

    This was a lovely story.  He finally saw what it meant to her.  Guys sometimes don’t get what the dance is really all about. If they knew, they would learn to do it well.  

  • KZ

    Knowing that the man in this story is your father really adds another dimension to this story.  I almost wonder whether your story would benefit if you had thrown in that tidbit somewhere at the end.  Or I don’t know, would that come off as corny?  I’m a big sap, so I at least would have eaten it up.

  • Yikes! Sorry!  I did say it was sweet, though, didn’t I? I meant that. Well that’s what I get for trying to be a smart ass.

  •  I would have eaten it up too. Also? I wouldn’t have called him a jerk. Lord, I hope he doesn’t read that comment. I feel like a putz now.

  • mikewjattoomanymornings

    Apparently not as much as you, darling. Good times. 😉

  • LOL!

  • LMAO, no worries Margaret. I love my dad, but I don’t think I would have dated him. Besides being conservative, he was (and still is) quite a chauvinist. 🙂

  • Don’t worry, Margaret! He doesn’t read my blog. He doesn’t know where it is on the internet. 🙂

  • I considered mentioning that this was based on my parents, KZ, but I thought that might make people hold back on their comments and not call my dad a jerk when he was behaving like one. 🙂

  • Thanks Ellie. Yeah, my dad is a little slow sometimes, but he gets there. 🙂

  • You are absolutely right! I have been remiss in awarding points. Just for that, you get 2. 🙂

    Okay, seriously, your performance in this challenge has been stellar, so you get 750 points.

  • Awwww. This made me teary-eyed Nicky! What a jerk!

  • Hahahaha! My poor dad, everyone thinks he’s a jerk! He was a jerk that night, but he turned out alright after that. 🙂

  • 🙂

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