This short story is based off my experience at a friend's birthday party. Everything in it happened, though perhaps not in this particular order. I did dance the very last dance, which is just like me to wait until the very last possible moment to do something. The Party I remember there was something special about that evening. It was like a story, truly that night was most enchanting.
I sat on the grassy lawn my legs crossed and an unconscious smile on my face as I watched the people around me. They were all choosing partners, for there was to be dancing. The air was a perfect temperature and it smelled of cut grass and summer. “You should dance, Emma!” My best friend walked up to me, “come on, it’ll be fun,” she encouraged me as she always did. And for a second I considered it and then a sudden fear overtook me, I looked at all the people, I didn’t really know this dance, I was scared of messing up. The nervous knot grew in my stomach, but I smiled at her as if nothing was wrong. “I’m not sure,” I hesitated, “maybe later, I think I want to watch first,” “Alright,” she answered and then after a moment she turned to find a partner. I watched as everyone in a confused muddle finally made it in a neat line. Watching them my amusement returned and my uneasy thoughts were forgot. A moment later the music started and I watched the dancers move in and bowed and curtsied to each other. The music was so delightful you couldn’t help but feel cheerful. It flowed through the air so joyful and clear. It made me feel so alive I clapped my hands to the beat of the fiddles which were playing so skillfully. The evening sun was exotically orange, and shown behind the dancers, making them profiles dancing upon the short grass. I watched as the smiling men spun their partners who were laughing merrily. The evening sped past as dance after dance went by; music filled the night and everyone was happy. I watched as the sun began to set on the scene turning the dancers into dark silhouettes. It was so beautiful as the dancers moved with the music, spun and do-si-doed. I caught my breath as I gazed at the sunset behind the dancers, it is one I shall never forget: brilliant red and orange spread like paint across the sky. I watched the dark silhouettes of birds flying into the sunset and that night I felt as though I too could fly. I closed my eyes and imagined myself flying over treetops and oceans and watching this brilliant sunset on top of a mountain. I smiled again and opened my eyes. The music stopped and the dancers bowed to their partners. The dance was over. Suddenly I didn’t care what people thought, I felt so light and free, like I could do anything. I got up and decided to dance. After finding a partner, I lined up with the other dancers and a moment later the dance began. I pushed away my anxious thoughts and smiled, and as the dance went on my smile grew. True, I made a few mistakes, but that was ok. Even the stars danced that night I’m sure of it. Then as the last of the light was disappearing over the horizon the dance ended and as it grew darker still, we all said goodbyes and the dream slowly dissolved into the night, the music faded away and it seemed to all be a dream, but better, for I know was real. As I sat in the darkness going home I smiled up at the stars who smiled back, and the night was over. -Emma L.
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