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> Let's danCe
Author: aLmich
Have you ever danced inside an elevator? I'm doing it and enjoying it's ecstasy with Gretch as my partner. Trip lang. Even if it's crowded, I'll play "Last Night" on my phone and then we will dance to the beat as if in a disco. The funny thing, we have these lines to quip : " Hi, have we met in some place before?", "Can I buy you a drink?", "Can I ask you out?", "Hi, I'm Al" and vice versa... to the amazement of everybody on board.
And I still do even alone, so long as it’s an elevator without a camera. I especially like to dance up until the very last second just before the doors open. It’s the thrill of almost getting caught dancing inside an elevator, alone.
Why do I dance solo? Maybe because I just want it *hehehe. As a kid of around 5, I was not confident with my body. Dancing in the dark was where I first started, behind the door leaf. During parties in Grades 1 to 3, I envied my other classmates who knew how to dance the swing; if you knew how to dance with a partner, you were an instant hit at the party. I never had the courage to learn how to be a dancing queen. By Grade 4, folk dances for school programs gave way to new wave; there was no need to lead a partner anymore. It was more about getting the steps and the movement right. I started dancing with myself when I got the time. I’d lock the door and dance to my heart’s content; I’d pretend I was performing solo on stage in front of an adoring audience.
During my earlier Malate days [back when it was smaller and more packed] I always wanted to dance on the ledge—I used to have the body to dance with my shirt off. So I contented myself with dancing the whole night away; it even became a matter of pride for me that I could dance non-stop for almost an hour, even more. Dancing became a way of expressing myself to a general audience. Even when someone would dance with me, it is often more about just matching his movements, not really a genuine give-and-take communication. I’d like to think that there are people like me; they dance alone. Still, I wanna dance with somebody. But I have yet to meet that someone who, if it were just the two of us in an elevator, would turn to me and say, “Let’s dance." Party hard people!
