[She knows enough to know that he should be leading, but she's also never been one to hang back when she has the chance to charge ahead. So, she steps up to him, placing her left hand on his shoulder and taking his right with her own. Then she starts to move. Slow steps, as she gauges whether he's following and won't step on her feet like they'd discussed before. Hesitant steps, because she's working from film memory now, and still finding the rhythm of the music.
She likes the music. It's still strange to fully understand the words of a song she's fairly sure is in English, but it enhances the mood. Much like the first time she'd listened to Burn My Dread again after arriving and finally realized how creepily premonitory the lyrics really were. ...Although the moods between that and this are completely different.
But the song continues, and the dance becomes more important than musings on anything else. Even listening to the music. It's just the background to the actual event.]
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She likes the music. It's still strange to fully understand the words of a song she's fairly sure is in English, but it enhances the mood. Much like the first time she'd listened to Burn My Dread again after arriving and finally realized how creepily premonitory the lyrics really were. ...Although the moods between that and this are completely different.
But the song continues, and the dance becomes more important than musings on anything else. Even listening to the music. It's just the background to the actual event.]