I’ve known Mark and Caroline for months now and it was a weekend of July when they decided to take me out one night. As much as going into a club didn’t really please me, I know I didn’t have a chance to hang with them lately. As true to herself as Caroline was, she told me to get to their place early so she could yet again try to get me to dance better. It was enough that her and Mark managed to drag me out to go see Step up 3D with them, now she was turning on the soundtrack and got back to me with an evil grin on her face that meant too much to me.
I know that given the proper interest and enough practice I could be good with all that dexterity and other things being what I am brings, I just didn’t see any interest in dancing really. She once argued with me and told “Embry, you know that you could dance really well if you wanted to, but I think you just lack the interest. You could really impress a lot of girls if you learned how to dance properly with how good looking you are.” I couldn’t help notice that faint blush on her face as she said those words and that was pretty much the end of that discussion right there. She got me on my two feet as I struggled to follow the steps she was doing. I know she’s been studying some disco style dance from the 70’s lately in her free time and she was trying to show it to me. I could see Mark sitting on the couch, holding back from laughing as we both knew there was no stopping her from teaching someone how to dance when she put herself to it.
I kept repeating in my head as I tried to follow her steps “left foot back on upbeat, right foot front on 1, left foot front on two, right foot back on three”. Felt strange to me. I felt kind of silly doing that. Feeling the rhythm isn’t too much of a problem for me. By now, some song called Can’t handle me was playing full blast in the house and she was practically bouncing around as she tried to get me to follow the music’s pace but it was just too fast for me. Only thing I knew I could do well dancing is just standing on my feet and bouncing my knees to the beat. I mainly humor her every time she tries to get me to dance. I think that she sees I’m making a bit of progress but I’m just too stubborn to tell her about it.
When she gave me that Dance Dance Revolution game for Christmas to go with the PS3 mom gave me, I was surprised to say the least. I know it’s her way of having me practice since she most likely guessed that my friends would love to make fun of how I am while playing that. I’m determined however to prove them wrong and I may humor her once again and give her the satisfaction to see I at least try. I don’t know what results it’ll bring but we’ll see.