As we pushed our way through the bodies, I began to get nervous. The reason I always tell people I don’t want to dance isn’t because I don’t know them, or that I don’t trust them when they’re all drugged up or about ready to pass out they’re so drunk. Its not even that they’re ugly, most of them, in fact, have been quite decent looking. No its none of those reasons. I always say no, because I can't dance! So as we’re making our way I’m starting to panic, and the drugs are just now kicking in. I really don’t want to look like a fool in front of her! We reach her favorite spot and she automatically starts to move, I look at her for a minute then clumsily start to sway. I must look absolutely ridiculous, I’m staring at my feet moving them from side to side when I feel her hand grab mine. I look up quickly; it felt as if there was an electrical current flowing between us, She smiles at me and leans in to whisper in my ear...

"relax."