Smoove Dance

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She was slightly hesitant as he pulled her towards the building in which smoke was exuding from its wide open doors. He helped her to the priority queue, past the many people that were waiting in the normal queue, showed their passes to the bouncer who allowed them through only after she produced her ID.

After paying for their cover charges, he led her through the doors of the Smoove Room. Loud hip hop music could be heard as she took light steps after him. Scared eyes wandered through the darkness as bright and colourful lights danced around, making her feel alien among the regular clubbers.

Tugging her hand, he brought her to the bar and got two cranberry-vodkas for themselves. After downing their drinks, he led her towards the dance floor which was surrounded by a metal fence, making the area like a huge cage.

The moment she stepped into the bouncing crowd, the beat got to her and she started moving with the flow as she followed him into the middle of the dance floor. Letting the music take control, they moved their bodies along with the others around them, at times, moving on their own, lost in their little world.

At other times, when it felt right, when it felt perfect, she had her arms around his neck while his hands swam to her hips, moving together, never letting go.

It brought them back to the time, that time, so long ago and yet not quite. It was not in a club—in fact, far from it. It was back at the last night of camp where everyone was happy dancing to the beats that were blasting in the cookhouse of the campsite.

The others had converted the cookhouse into a club by placing the benches along the sides to build a wall and turned the lights out, leaving the flashlights’ beam across the area.

At that time, they were rather close because of the revelation of secrets. And everyone had begun noticing that, too. On that night, they both remembered, they had their first dance together. Exactly the same way they were dancing, never letting go.

A popular track blasted and they were transported back to the present. Looking into each others’ eyes, they smiled a secret smile, sharing that moment of a long time ago. And remembering it.

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Silver commented

May 7, 2006 @ 21:58

A sweet read. I can’t really comment much on technicalities or on grammer xDDD so all I can convey in this, is my feelings. strike the feelings off, just fangirl jargon. xP
An interesting post, but I can’t help but feel that the phrase, ‘revelation of secrets’ sticks out (actually more of revelation). I’m not sure if anyone will have the same sentiments as me.
“The others had converted the cookhouse into a club by placing the benches along the sides to build a wall and turned the lights out, leaving the flashlights’ beam across the area.”
What a funny scene. Hehe.
Beautiful entry though. — almost feel as if I was peeking into the scene itself.
Yaaaaay. Cooool entry. Lufffff.

Marz commented

May 8, 2006 @ 8:48

I loved how to compared the experience of dancing by bringing it to a time where you both had another instance where it was the time of your life. =)
You have a wonderful way of conveying your feelings and experiences. A true talent, indeed. =)

Chau commented

May 9, 2006 @ 7:57

Aww… That was a really nice entry…

Anne commented

May 9, 2006 @ 11:29

Very well written, I enjoyed it! 🙂

Andrea commented

May 13, 2006 @ 3:42

that’s so sweet sis!! 🙂

Jun Wei commented

October 5, 2006 @ 16:57

I’ve seen this entry a million times, and each time I see it, it brings a new found joy into my heart to have been there with you. This memory shall always be a part of me wherever I go, and I want to be the one still holding on to you and with my arms around your hips, and yours around my neck, dancing to the music from yesteryear. =)

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