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huge speakers on
either side of the wall.
    “Wanna
dance?” Dave offered.
    “Do
you know how?” Cinderella asked.
    “Please,”
he said, pulling her into the sea of bodies.  “Every good Logan boy knows how
to dance.”
    Cinderella
found herself being pulled in all different directions.  After only a couple
songs, she started to feel a little dizzy and told Dave she was going to find a
drinking fountain.  The dance floor was jam-packed with college students.  She
didn’t think it was possible, but there were even more people there now then
there had been when they first arrived.  After pushing her way past several
couples, she found the corner that held the restrooms and a drinking fountain. 
She had barely gotten a drink when another guy she recognized from Scott’s
apartment came over and asked her for the next dance.  Cinderella found herself
in the middle of the floor again, but this time above everyone else.  The guy,
who introduced himself as Nate, had her above his head.  But she didn’t have
time to be nervous because in the next second, he had rolled her over his
shoulder and back onto the floor.
    Cinderella
was starting to get disappointed that she hadn’t seen Scott all night.  She had
tried to look for him between each song, but the place was so crowded and
everyone was moving around her so fast, it was near impossible to find anyone. 
The next song began and Cinderella looked around in confusion.  Everyone was
forming lines around her and they all started to do the same dance steps in
unison.  She tried to move toward the back corner to get another drink but she
felt two hands on her back, pushing her forward towards one of the lines.
    “Where
do you think you’re going?” Scott grinned.  He pulled her into line and took
her by the hand, helping her learn each step.
    “It’s
called a line dance,” he was practically yelling to be heard.  “There are about
ten that they play between the swing songs.  If you come here often enough, you
learn them all real quick.”  Cinderella could almost keep up by the time the
song ended and everyone cheered.  Then a slower song started to play and Scott
took her by the hand before she could escape again.  He positioned Cinderella
next to him, putting one arm over her right shoulder, holding her right hand
and the other in front, holding her left hand in his.  He took her through the
moves, step by step.  She liked the way he stood really close with his arms
encircling her; it sent chills up her arms which turned into goosebumps.
    “This
is the cowboy cha-cha,” Scott said.  Cinderella picked up the steps fairly
quickly.  She realized she didn’t have to do much when it came to western swing
dancing.  If the guy was a good enough leader, she could follow with relative
ease.  Then Scott started to sing along, adding a dramatic twang to his words. 
Cinderella laughed and lost her footing.  Then Scott started laughing and
before they knew it, the two had tumbled and tripped to the ground.  This, of
course, made them laugh even harder.  Somehow, in the tumble, one of
Cinderella’s shoes had gotten knocked off.  Then, as the music picked up, the
two of them watched the blue sneaker get kicked around and end up somewhere
across the room.  Scott, still chuckling, crawled across the floor to retrieve
it.  Cinderella sat on the floor against the wall and watched, trying not to
laugh, as he almost tripped at least three other couples.  His hands got
stepped on several times in the process, but he finally made it to the runaway
shoe and held it high above his head in triumph.  When he finally returned, a
little bruised, he untied the laces and held the shoe up.
    “I
think this is yours, Princess.”  Cinderella didn’t normally like being called
‘princess’.  But when Scott said it, his voice didn’t carry the mocking tone
she was used to.  His way sounded sweeter, almost like he was complimenting
her.  He then slipped the