Not everyday you get asked to dance...or is it?
Dancing with the Stars, America's Top Dance Crew, Step-up...yeah, yeah, yeah we all know Dori loves to watch dancing about as much as she loves to do it herself. Well, it was just the other night that I came to the realization that I am in a dance every minute of my life. Who is my partner? Jesus. Where do we dance? Out in the middle of the floor where all can see. I'm relating it more to the ballroom style here, but follow if you can.
Her partner and her spin round and round, seemingly as one. He is the perfect partner to frame his beautiful dancer. He and she at times move as one, then he lets her go and she is now in the center spinning, moving, in step with him though they are not touching. They reunite to continue the medley. She must let him lead of they are to remain as one. He trusts her and she trusts him. He again releases her hand as she glides over the hardwood floor. He watches from afar; both his and the audiences gaze wait in anticipation to see if she will do okay on her own. She stumbles, the people gasp; He remains calm. A slight look of panic crosses her face, but she quickly masks it over with the performer's smile. He, still calm, moves along with the routine, adjusting for her - giving her the cues needed to get back in time with the music. He does not dramatically rush to her, he just appears back beside her as if there all along. Her back to him she need not look into his eyes, she need not look down at their feet to make sure they are in sync. No, she just need feel His presence; she just need allow him to continue the lead. The dance is long, they knew going it would not be easy and the crowd, not easy to please, but the judge, He looks too with traces of a smile on his face. He doesn't remember the near fall; He sees the dance. The one who should be scouring from behind the table appears instead understanding, firm, but loving, pleased that they continue until the music ends.
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