I've been waiting for the day when you'd step onto the dance floor I say brightly, pulling you close to me by the hand. I place one of my hands on the small of your back, guiding you into position. I'm the best dancer in our band, and I know that. I place your hands on my shoulders, smirking in delight, as mine brace your waist. Step forwards, left, back, to the right I instruct, voice low.
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