It was great to see you again. As usual. Not that I expressed any of it: that's the last think I'd like you to know. Sitting on the staircase of the stage, I was watching you flutter along, greeting people and making them at ease with your generous smile. You probably had seen me as well, and were just waiting for the appropriate moment: the next song, one that we would both like.
It was not the next song, but the one after that. You walked towards me, grabbed my hands. We smiled at each other, barely talking. Interrupt that instant to actually go to the dance floor felt somewhat inappropriate, irrelevant. But it's the way it's gotta be, isn't it?
You said you hadn't danced for a while. I was also a bit rusty. It took a bit longer than usual to connect and reach the parallel realm where modern jive creates an exotic universe for a short 3 minutes, dedicated to you and me only. Anyway, the smoothness, the fun, the sparkles of our styles, each of them flamboyant and yet quietly humble, played pickaboo with each other as they are used to.
For once, you played no tricks, didn't hid any savvy hijacks in the corner, actually let me lead you fully. For once, our usual facetious fight was left behind for a pure partner dance that I know I will remember.
I felt the need to talk with you for a bit afterwards to express my gratitude for the little piece of magic we just had created and, as often, it was too hard to find the words. So, I just want you to know now how wondrous dancing with you was on that evening.
With your silent permission, I'd like that dance will stay with me. Thank you.
PS: Venue was Hammersmith, 11th November.
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