Perhaps it was too soon to tell, given the rate of my previous failures and his blind eye. Though sitting this close would surely give him some kind of gigantic hint of my intentions. Maybe he had noticed but just wasn't interested. Well that cannot be assumed until proven by his spoken word, the voice in the back of my mind cut in. In any case, it's not like I could resist looking at him now anyway. That would have to make it obvious to him.

I was still fairly sure he did not know my name, but again, this could be amended with a passing conversation. All I needed was a movie moment to set the scene and give me the chance to work my magic; well not magic but certainly charisma.

There's a boy in my mind and he knows I'm thinkin' of him

This song had always reminded me of him, ever since I first heard it. I could see him across the dance floor, watching the other dancers passively. I had never wished more at any point in my life, that I could dance, than right at this moment. It would end up being an embarrassment on my part anyway, with me standing on and possibly fracturing several of his toes, given my superbly bad footing.

All my way to the day and the night the stars shine above me

This song would be so perfect for us if we were dancing. If only. He really doesn't know I exist; except for catching me staring at him on occasion. I let him catch me deliberately of course, I wasn't making an effort to conceal what I thought about him. He was scanning the room now, searching the people absentmindedly. Then his eyes locked onto mine, and he looked away. This would be difficult, especially if I was making him nervous.

He's been gone for some time but I know I truly love him

Well, it's not going to happen if I don't do anything more assertive about this, I thought to myself. The room was dim enough for me to move across it without drawing too much attention. I didn't care if he knew what I wanted, but I was sure every other dancer here as well as their guests and audience would have a disapproving view of my hoped-for union. May-December romances were not exactly the accepted social norm, especially given our ages.

And I'm singing a song, hoping he'll be back when he hears it

I was getting close to him now, though he was still looking elsewhere, unaware that I was approaching him. Now I could really feel my heart jumping into my throat. It sure had a sense for timing. A few more paces and I would be beside him. It was then that he turned his head to see me approaching him. Caught out, I smiled broadly.

My heart goes shalala lala, shalala in the morning

"Hey Tyler, want to dance?" I tried to make this sound as casual as possible, all the while maintaining my broad smile; with teeth.

Oh oh oh shalala lala, shalala in the sunshine

He hesitated, looking around him and averting his gaze from me. "Uhh", he was still hesitating, and I was enduring several mini strokes as he made his decision. "Yeah, why not." We waked out into the floor together, although in a somewhat awkward fashion.

Shalala lala, shalala lala in the evening

He placed one hand around my waist, the other searched for the hand that was not gripping his shoulder. He began the dance, leading easily while I struggled to not stand on his toes.

Shalala lala shalala lala just for you

"Just so you know, I don't know how to dance," I told him apologetically. He smiled and said, "You're doing alright". He didn't look away after he said this, but continued staring at me with a puzzled expression.

If your love's gone away just like mine you feel like crying

"So why do I always seem to catch you staring at me?" I nearly swallowed my tongue. "Are you sure you don't have a theory for that one?" I smiled suggestively, or at least I pulled an expression that I believed was a suggestive smile. He looked at the floor this time, smiling faintly. "I have a few guesses".

Sing along maybe once maybe twice, let's try it together

"Well, give me one evening and I'll show you the reason," I said, hoping he'd pick up the hint so I wouldn't have to blatantly say, 'let's go out for dinner'.

Some sweet day no one knows he'll return and you'll be happy

He looked up, studying my face, and then smiled again, "I didn't catch your name?"

"Narissa" I said with relief flooding through me. It was far less awkward now that he knew my name.

"Narissa, that would be great." He smiled shyly, looking at his feet again.

Shout it sweet in a song, listen to your heart it is singin'

I sighed with amazement and relief, daring to stand a little closer to him as we continued to dance slowly. The song was fading out now, the dance coming to an end. Even though this was the end of our dance, it was the beginning of an opportunity, set alight by the music that continued to march around my heart as he released me, his hand lingering in mine.