Remember those high school dances? Guys on one side of the room, girls on the other? Chaperones watching your every move. Awful. Embarrassing. Stressful. Wondering if anyone would ask you to dance. Hoping that you would not be the only girl not asked to dance.
We actually had real bands at my high school dances. Most of the bands were high school kids playing cover tunes. But they were pretty good and fun to dance to.
My high school friends and I would go and, because we were not the popular girls, would dance with each other out of boredom. Really not cool. We all went hoping that some classmate would discover that we were fun after all and ask us to dance the whole night. Nope. Never happened.
I would wait the whole night for a guy named Mike to show up, always somewhat inebriated, and we would dance to "Purple Haze" or "Color My World". Mike was short, cute, and had some of the most amazing blue eyes ever seen. He wasn't in any of my classes. He was more of a shop kid. But he could dance and we usually ended up dancing at the end of the night. He would cling to me during "Color My World" and I would wonder why. I barely knew him to talk to. I had no idea why he picked me, but I guess I will never ever know.
Mike passed away of cancer last year.
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