Speed Dancing, Part 2

We kept rocking ourselves, teetering left, leaning right. Amanda was clearly the better dancer than I so as expected she took charge and I followed, my own personal human-sized metronome guiding my tone-deaf steps back into rhythm. 

She straightened my posture, tightened my grip, loosened my steps… ever so subtly breaking me in like some sort of dancing mule. But despite the lessons, I just couldn't quite get the finer pointers right… and yes, it was for the lack of trying.

Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?

Well, now I can say that I have… and now I can say for myself that it wasn't all quite fun. 

"So what do you think of the event so far?" Amanda asked so casually, like all of the sudden we'd be talking about the weather at any moment. "Like the music? It's all composed of music from Asteria. We just reprised the OSTs to better fit a ballroom tune. That was actually my idea. Pretty good, no?"