Come Dance

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New Year’s Eve 2013, I was at the Star Bar, Darling Harbor, with a new friend of a few months and couple of friends of a few days.  We were all different ages, and sat at a table with 3 older couples that were all friends also.

It was truly a treat.  We had all splashed out and bought tickets to this evening of fresh seafood and champagne in a room with elegant table settings, a wide dance floor and a glass wall overlooking the Harbor, men were in suits and women in their best dresses and fine jewellery.

We introduced ourselves to the others at our table, but talked more amongst our own group of friends at first.

As the drinks were topped up we began talking more to the other couples.  The dance floor at first only filled up with a few younger girls. But somewhere between the main meal and dessert the right rhythm had three of us girls on the floor, quickly followed by the more reserved, and we danced and laughed at our silly moves.

Another song and the floor was packed, soon spilling onto the carpet and between the tables.  We seemed to have the right mix of invitation, fun and encouragement to get people up and moving.

During rest breaks at our table, we began encouraging the other couples to join us on the dance floor.  A few of them came up for a song or two, but one of the gentleman said he would only dance if ACDC came on.  A couple more encouraging visits to the table between songs and one ACDC request later, we had our whole table dancing in our own circle.  This soon became the circle of the floor with different people taking turns in the middle dancing alone or with a ‘seduced’ other. We were laughing, arms were around shoulders, lyrics sung out together and we even got an air-guitar solo to ACDC.

Back at the table, one of my new friends said, ‘I love watching people dance, their true personality comes out.’

I pondered this whilst I observed the floor, and there it was: with the Dutch courage of alcohol reducing inhibitions and enabling blending into the crowd, I saw how dancing was telling me how people interact – how they invite others in or push them out, how some sought attention and others hid in the background.

At the end of the night, the couples from our table asked for a photo with us four.  We left with the biggest smiles and sore cheeks from laughing.

Our personality leaks out from us in a thousand ways.  Find a way to push that nervousness down and have some of that good old fun every chance you get.

Photo by Jorunn Lorenzen