It was still dark out. Oh, right, dance. I found myself yawning, slumped beside Snowy while we drove through the dark streets of Sanders. In dance class, I stood there feeling awkward and uncoordinated for the first ten minutes. Then Tawna turned the music up really loud, and I lost track of everyone else in the room, including myself. I may have been doing a close approximation of whatever the other people were doing, but I didn’t really care. The bass was so loud, and the moves were so fun. It wasn’t ballroom, it was more like a hip hop cha-cha. Afterwards when the lights came on and the music ended I blinked at Snowy, who was staring at me like she’d never seen me before. “What?”“I’m speechless,” she said, linking her arm in mine. “I’m not,” Valerie said stepping in front of us. “I wouldn’t have believed it possible that you could go all the way from zombie to seizure victim out on the dance floor.” She batted her unnaturally thick lashes at me, and I wondered for a second if I was going to do something regrettable, but I still felt so good from the endorphins racing through my blood, I laughed all the way into the locker room.
