Like my mother before me, I love to dance. Also, like my mother before me, my significant other is not a dancer. Luckily, our best friends are in the exact situation as we find ourselves. However, with reversed positions. I love to dance, Jeff does not, but loves listening to good music and drinking beer. Sam and Sarah on the other hand are the opposite. Sam breathes dancing and Sarah is not as compelled as Sam on the dance floor. She like Jeff loves good music and a drink or two, but when it comes to dancing would rather watch. This makes an almost perfect solution for the four of us and we try to go out at least once a month to satisfy the needs of the dancing duo in this foursome!
On this particular night, I wanted ... no NEEDED to dance with Jeff. To feel his arms around me, to feel us move in rhythm with the music and with each other. Nothing I did could convenience him that he needed to dance with me. I did not let my longing for dancing with Jeff keep Sam and I from having a great time. We danced and danced and danced. He was one of the few men I knew who could not only dance a perfert Country Waltz, but a traditional waltz as well. Waltzing men are hard to find and what made it even better was that Sam loved to waltz as much as I did. It seemed someone was in a waltz mood in the DJ booth, so we were happy waltzers tonight!
As we were trying to decide to leave and get something to eat, stay a bit longer or just go on home a song started playing. One that is my all time favorite, but not being sung by the original artist. This was a rendition I had not heard and the introduction had my attention. Just as Sam stood up to walk me to the dance floor, Jeff also stood. He looked at me and said with his whiskey smooth voice, "I do believe this is our dance, darling." Taking me in his arms, he expertly swept me onto the dance floor. As we moved around the floor like gliding on ice, I asked "Why the change of heart?" His simple answer, "This song was waiting for me and for you, it is ours. There was never a reason to dance until now, but this will not be the last time I assure you, darling!"
That song was Leonard Cohen's Dance Me to the End of Love being sung for the first time by the Civil Wars for us to hear. From that moment on, Sam had to his share his dance partner when we out on Saturday nights. Jeff and I keep hoping that there will be "that" song for Sarah like Jeff found for me so Sam and Sarah will be able to Dance to the End of Love.
© 2013 Annie Original Flash Fiction
On this particular night, I wanted ... no NEEDED to dance with Jeff. To feel his arms around me, to feel us move in rhythm with the music and with each other. Nothing I did could convenience him that he needed to dance with me. I did not let my longing for dancing with Jeff keep Sam and I from having a great time. We danced and danced and danced. He was one of the few men I knew who could not only dance a perfert Country Waltz, but a traditional waltz as well. Waltzing men are hard to find and what made it even better was that Sam loved to waltz as much as I did. It seemed someone was in a waltz mood in the DJ booth, so we were happy waltzers tonight!
As we were trying to decide to leave and get something to eat, stay a bit longer or just go on home a song started playing. One that is my all time favorite, but not being sung by the original artist. This was a rendition I had not heard and the introduction had my attention. Just as Sam stood up to walk me to the dance floor, Jeff also stood. He looked at me and said with his whiskey smooth voice, "I do believe this is our dance, darling." Taking me in his arms, he expertly swept me onto the dance floor. As we moved around the floor like gliding on ice, I asked "Why the change of heart?" His simple answer, "This song was waiting for me and for you, it is ours. There was never a reason to dance until now, but this will not be the last time I assure you, darling!"
That song was Leonard Cohen's Dance Me to the End of Love being sung for the first time by the Civil Wars for us to hear. From that moment on, Sam had to his share his dance partner when we out on Saturday nights. Jeff and I keep hoping that there will be "that" song for Sarah like Jeff found for me so Sam and Sarah will be able to Dance to the End of Love.
© 2013 Annie Original Flash Fiction
Always I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love (to the end and back).
As Ever, Annie
As Ever, Annie
