The Last Time You Danced Like No One’s Watching

When was the last time you danced like no one’s watching? And I mean just really let yourself let loose. Screaming all the words to the song that you remember and not being shy about the ones you don’t know anymore?

Well for me that was tonight. What happens when 30 people gather in a tiny room and listen to throwback songs like Hollaback Girl, Promiscuous Girl, Temperature, Yeah, Wannabe, My Humps, and One Two Step? Well people get really excited. Of course these are all songs we recognize from our middle school dance days and we used to know all the words (and we still act like we know all of them).

But there’s two kinds of people you can be in these situations. You can either hang back and sit, sing along occasionally and tap your foot, or you can get up take a deep breath and belt the song in the most off key voice at the top of your lungs while hopping around awkwardly and calling that dancing. And that is exactly what I did.

Once upon a time I knew every single line to One Two Step. Today, not so much but I was more than happy to just mumble the lines I forgot and scream all those that I knew. And as for dancing? Well I can’t do a body roll, or get low, or do any fun moves, but I can hop around, sway, jump and use my hands for various creative moves.

And anyone who knows me knows I’m not that person. I’m a wall flower 90% of the time. And here I am with 40 strangers on the other side of the world in New Zealand. I’ve only known most of these people for less than 2 weeks but I’m more than happy to show them what a bad dancer and singer I am because sometimes the best thing you can do for your mental sanity is to let is all go, forget who’s watching, let loose, and dance like no one is watching.

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