Oh, Happy day :)

I stood in front of two large double doors, tired from standing and walking along the streets of San Francisco in five inch heels. Waiting inside was a large decorated ballroom with crystal chandeliers that sparkled as the light hits them and white lilies along a table large enough for seventeen people. My hands start to shake as I grab my dance partner’s hand. The excruciating pain as I walked felt as if my chair was a mile away from where I stood. Behind the smile on my face was a girl wanting to just throw off her shoes and be in comfortable clothing from head to toe. The urge to sit and rest my legs had to wait ten more minutes. Everyone in dresses and tuxedos gracefully walked onto the dance floor. I could hear a clock ticking inside my head. Tick tock. Tick tock. Tick tock. My heart pounded as if I was having a cardiac arrest. Ba-boom. Ba-boom. Ba-boom.

A man’s voice echoed throughout the room, and then it was our cue to start to dance. Hair whipped back and forth, girls dropped to the floor while the boys caught them, hips swayed, bodies twirled, and everyone was in sync. Five minutes were spent dancing to Latin music. The lights dimmed onto one couple. A large circle surrounded my partner and me, we danced the merengue and our turn was over. After each couple danced under the spot light, it was time for the finale. Each couple danced like there was no tomorrow. At the end everyone dispersed and grabbed someone sitting at a table and took them to dance. At the end of the entire performance, I was tired but yet relieved I made it through the dance with my nerves. October 3, 2009 was one of the best days of my life.