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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. 

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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. 

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“We Were Us” – Keith Urban featuring Miranda Lambert

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Literary Lion: Two-Stepping 


Kiera use to go to country bars when she first came onto the bar scene at eighteen-years-old. She could do most of the line dancing, except the really hard ones. But she could not, for the life of her, two-step.

It seemed a simple enough dance but she could never get the rhythm right. She stumbled around and apologized for stepping on toes in her high heels while other girls danced easily. Some guys she danced with never minded, while others would get upset with her, wondering why she could not understand such an easy dance. 

Once in awhile she would accidentally do the right steps and she would become excited that she could finally two-step. But her friends would giggle and pat her back when Kiera went back to tripping over her own feet. So, she would just do a back and forth step with her partner or just sway to a favourite country song. But the good looking Cowboys never picked her when the slow songs came on or especially the fast ones. She watched year after year as other girls flipped and spun while she was a wallflower. 

When Kiera was twenty-four years old a guy about twenty-eight years old asked her to dance. He looked like any other cowboy who would be disappointed in her dance steps. But something changed in his soft blue eyes when he learned she could not dance.  Instead of getting mad at Kiera the cowboy, Jaimee, slowed down and stroking her cheek said, “Here, let me show you how to two-step, believe it or not I use to not know how to two-step either until my Aunt showed me.” 

Jaimee patiently worked with Kiera perfecting her steps, dips, turns, and every country two-stepping move one could do. He did this over several nights and weekends and never commented on how hopeless Kiera was at dancing and eventually Kiera wasn’t a bad dancer anymore. When she could finally dance Jaimee commented ” Well that’s it, I think your an excellent dancer now, you’ve got it.” Kiera looked at Jaimee uncomfortably.

” Does this mean no more dancing with you?”she asked Jaimee and he smiled. 

” No Kiera, it’s just the beginning” and they danced together slowly as the bar closed down. No music was playing but the silent music they both knew in their hearts. 

Thanks to I Smith Words for the prompt dance.