Have I ever described how happy it would make me to go out to like a dance? Not like a dance today, but like a dance back in the 40’s. Something where there is a dance atmosphere, not I’m gonna grind on you.
Like, I imagine a scene where I am in a grand ballroom with details lining every inch of it, making the place in itself just look beautiful. On one of the walls there is live music coming from a big band. They play songs by people like Frank Sinatra and Glen Miller. There is a duo, guy and girl, singing with beautiful, deep voices. All around there are other people all dressed up, dancing, laughing, talking to friends. There is not a frown in sight. My date and I are dressed up too, looking just wonderful. I would be wearing a nice suit with a bow tie. Bow ties are cool. She would be wearing some magnificent dress that sparkles like stars in the light from the chandeliers. Moonlight Serenade starts being played, and all of the patrons find someone and go slow dance. I look over at my date, who already has the same idea as me, and we both just know to get up and find a place. There, we spend the next three and a half minutes slowly swaying back and forth. However, we get lost in the music and time slows down. In that time, nothing but happiness fills me.
I know this may sound weird, but that situation just makes me happy. I would really love to be in some situation like that. Because now you go out to a dance, and it is all of the music I don’t like. People just grind on each other and act obnoxious. In what I think of, you go have a fun time listening to good, live music. There is a bit a romance in the air, and you can get lost in the experience.
I have never liked dances nowadays. But yeah, passing thoughts.
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