A hundred guests; and it could've been anyone else, or it could've even been no one at all
Yet it only took one stranger to realize that her two left feet were meant for dancing regardless.
Because his feet were both right and she knew there were no other feet more compatible with hers than his.
And so in any genre of music, they swayed to.
In any direction he led her, she followed with the beat.
One step at a time, she finds herself comfortable in his arms as they twirled away.
Round and round they go until the music came to an abrupt stop.
So unexpected and unusual for a song to stop mid-chorus, where a lot were yet to be sung.
A lot were yet to be felt.
Her feet still wanted to dance, for she wanted to tell the DJ to fix whatever the technical difficulties were.
Or was the music from an orchestra? Or was it from any other higher being? She wasn't sure.
If she only knew who to speak to, she would've been on her knees praying just so she could finish the song.
Just one last song.
She knew he was done dancing as his feet were unmoving.
But she hummed the music in his ears anyway in the hopes that their favorite song would eventually play.
But it never did.