Writing Prompt: Fiction – First Time Two Stepping In Front of a Crowd #amwriting #nonfiction 

Thanks to Oloriel of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s prompt on doing something for the first time. 



When I was in university my friends and I enjoyed going to country bars often. If you ask many woman they will tell you how country singers, male or female, have a kind of talent you can’t fake. They have genuinely wonderful voices as most of them can sing with nothing but a guitar. Moreover, a country song is the best song to dance too whether it’s an upbeat tune or a tear-jerker ballad to slowly dance along with. I was and am also a big fan of line dancing, it’s a lot easier to catch onto than two stepping for me.

 I have always had trouble two-stepping because I find it difficult to keep in time — despite playing piano for ten years. Several times I remover thinking I finally understood the rhythm of two-stepping and than the next time my friends and I went out, I’d find I could no longer do the correct steps. Maybe I had to be drunk too do it? I’m not sure but usually I faked it as best as I could. I can do some basic two stepping moves — some simple steps, turns, and twists but I always ended up messing up the rhythm and stepping on my partners feet. My biggest fear was being pulled onto the dance floor alone with a guy, forced to two step in front of a crowd as some of my girl friends had had happen quite a few times. Not surprisingly, however, the best two-steppers can make a terrible dancer appear as a decent one. 

On one occasion I was out at a country bar with a bunch of girl friends and the night was winding down. The last energetic set of songs were being played by the DJ and a hot bartender who had been giving me eye all night , pulled me onto the dance floor twisting and turning me, even picking me up and making me squeal. I was embarrassed because I knew I sucked at two stepping. Had it been a slow song at least I could have gotten by with a simple waltz and faked two-stepping. 

Instead, I was at the center of attention in the bar being thrown into the air, swished off the dance floor, spun, and turned by this bartender who was an amazing dancer and always kept us moving to the right rhythm. We remained dancing for about three songs and even though I kept messing up, the bartender only laughed and kept moving me in such a way that my mistakes were not obvious. It was exhilarating and dizzying as we moved speedily from one end of the dance floor to another, back and forth, than again. 

Finally I had enough as the upbeat songs became slow dance songs and the bar was emptying out as last call had passed much earlier. Everyone around the dance floor clapped as the bartender escorted me to the place he was tending bar. He winked at me and poured me a drink before we clinked glasses. A minute later the bartender was called away and I slipped out cabbing home with my friends who teased me knowing I hate being the centre of attention when I’m clueless. It might have been nice to talk more with the bartender, but we had all drunk a lot and were falling asleep in the early morning hours. 

Having to do something like that in front of a crowd, something I was terrible at, was a first for me. But a sexy bartender and his amazing two stepping skills saved my inept dancing in front of a lot of people. As it was, I’m pretty sure most of the crowd was too drunk to note my missed steps and my high heels on the bartenders poor feet. 


“We Were Us” – Keith Urban featuring Miranda Lambert


©Mandibelle16. (2017) All Rights Reserved. 


The Circus Comes To Town at The Hallow

Prompt: Three people walk into a bar . . .

Three people walk into a bar called The Hallow. The entire bar turns towards them curiously as they enter. The Hallow is not the type of place where strangers come to haphazardly. It is a little hole in the wall with old wooden tables and chairs and a lovingly worn bar top where people order drinks. The patrons all know each other and are friends whether they come everyday or once a month. But these new people have never been here before.

The first inside the old wooden door of The Hallow is a young woman in a pink cheerleader outfit. She is beautiful with long golden brown hair and deep-set hazel eyes. Angus the bartender, ID’s her immediately surprised to find out that the young-looking woman is 28-years-old and well past high school age.

Following the cheerleader is a cowboy. He is in his thirties with matted golden blond hair under his hat which he removes as he steps in the doorway. He is wearing a leather vest, red checkered shirt, jeans, and cowboy boots. He hums some country western song to himself which Mavis ( a local patron) hears and identifies as Garth Brooks to anyone who will listen to her.

Stepping on the cowboy’s heels is a clown, his face painted white with red diamond eyes, a ruby nose, blue diamonds on his cheeks and a big red fake smile. The clown reeks of alcohol and his diaphanous clown outfit is dirty and old. He goes up to the bar and tells Angus the bartender he’ll have two shots of whiskey, then settles down with a beer beside the cowboy and the cheerleader. The cowboy and the cheerleader take one look at the clown and immediately try to move so the clown won’t notice, to another table, but fail miserably when he tells them to “take a seat.”

Mavis wonders if she missed Halloween as she and the other patrons stare transfixed by the three costumed customers drinking at the wobbly table. The cheerleader, Malinda, flicks her thick ponytail and asks the cowboy Jared for a gin and cranberry to drink. Jared buys it and another beer and it’s clear to all watching that something is going on between Malinda and Jared. They stare at each other and talk caught up in their own world, the cheerleader primping and fluttering her lashes at the cowboy, while he leans into her space, his hand on her knee. The clown looks at them in disgust.

In an instant, the clown pulls a huge riffle out of the front of his costume. He points it at the patrons of several tables, then at Angus the bartender, before aiming directly at Malinda and Jared holding hands. “What freak show did you two come from?” he asks in a loud sneering voice.

” Highschool, it was are ten-year reunion. It was a costume party,” Jared explains quietly. He can feel Malinda shaking under his hand on her leg.

” What do you want from us?” says Malinda gripping Jared even closer.

The clown sneers at them and shoots at the wall above their heads to frighten them. He yells at Jared to gather all the money from the cash register and bar patrons in the room.

It was later in the night so customers were mostly depleted of cash but the bar and tip jars were full. The clown glares at Jared as the cowboy hands him a bag full of cash and demands more beer from Angus with the tip of his gun. He rants and he raves as he puts back several more beers and then takes his money to leave. He shoots Jared in the arm for good measure.

Malinda leans over Jared who is in great pain and stops the bleeding of the bullet wound with her beloved cheerleading sweater. “Well honey” Malinda says at least we’ve still got each other.” Jared nods and smiles before grimacing again at the pain in his shoulder. At the high school reunion he got back together with the girl of his dreams, Malinda. She smiles at him while gently helping him forget about the pain, telling Jared about her life since she last saw him.

The police are called to the scene and statements are given about the clown and robbery. It’s 6 am before everyone is able to leave and go home. The cheerleader and the cowboy go together hand in hand and this makes Mavis smile lost in memory as she leaves to go home to her little two-bedroom apartment.

Eerily another man in a clown costume wanders by, in the daylight. The patrons from the bar can see the circus tent being set up not to far down the road. ” I guess the Circus is in town” Angus the bartender says shaking his head.

The new clown who is in the middle of all the bar’s customers going home pulls out yet another gun and yells for everyone to get back inside. Nobody listens to him. So, he shoots up into the air. People continue going to their cars like nothing is happening. The new clown becomes outrageously mad and starts yelling and screaming. The police who are just around the corner literally, come back and arrest the new clown. “Why didn’t anybody listen to me” whines the second clown.

“It’s been done.” says a police officer matter of factly.