dear diary,
i first spied her many months ago in her home town. the entire night, i watched her lead, beautifully, tanda after tanda.
at the festival, i spotted her again. i wanted badly to ask her to lead me. gutless...
the next night, i waited until she was about to walk off the floor to take a rare break, and approached her.
"would you like to lead me?"
she looks at me, with an uncomfortable expression, "if you are not a follower, i won't... if you don't follow well... "
"20 seconds" i say, "then, if it's bad, please, feel free to just walk away."
a long pause. "i will dance one song with you, because you asked. but only one."
"fantastic!"
(only at this time do i realize what i have done. my heart pounds, i am flushed with heat. i can barely breath. i don't hear the music. i just feel woozy and scared out of my mind. i could not still my heart and my mind, to listen to her... i was, simply put, awful awful awful.)
at the end of the song... "you are a good follower. are you a teacher?"
i burst out laughing. "no no no. i just love to follow."
"thank you so much for dancing with me." i said, at the end of the song, grateful for her generosity.
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