The Sunday Whirl 5-17-20

He thought he would die as the droplets of sweat fell onto his light blue shirt. She chose to meet at the dance and now she would see how the dance was causing him to breathe heavily and perspire profusely. The dance, not intimidating for most, found him ignorant of the robust polka.

The band seemed at liberty to exhaust the crowd, playing one fast paced dance after another. The distance between him holding her and the other couples completely killed any idea of remaining shy. He tried to appear adept at the quick step dance and not appear a loser.