Spinning in a controlled circle
Head spotting
Led by the best
No regretting
A sudden switch
Swinging and swaying
To the rhythm of “Canned Heat”
It’s not a break-beat anymore
Thinking about the next move
Fanning out
These two minutes are the ones that count
All eyes are on us

A remarkable image
Frozen in time
Thank God for a camera
Mid-rock, extended arms
Smiles plastered on our faces
Adrenaline pumping, heart racing
Waiting for this to be over
Pushing through

Jumping as high as I can
In a pair of silver heels
Landing as gracefully as possible
On one of the few people I could trust
Thrown in the air
Like a childhood toy
Hoping to catch myself
The song is coming to an end
A dip, down low
Popping back up,
Like nothing was wrong
Happy that we made it
Mistakes are forgotten
No one would even know
Walking off the dance floor
Arms linked;
Only a physical connection
My mind somewhere else.