Not every introvert wants to dance
I USED to like dancing back in the day.
We had lessons in high school PE to get us ready for the school formal and I remember being the one weirdo who actually liked the music they picked out for us to dance to.
This was in 2010: if it pre-dated Black Eyed Peas, most of the class didn’t want to know, so being the one guy who genuinely liked YMCA didn’t get me very far.
I didn’t have a date for the formal by the way, I just stole dances when the girls’ partners got tired.
But I may have had that maverick instinct turned around on me when I visited the Mulgildie Hall Old Time Dance last Saturday.
The music for the night was provided by Max and the Silver Comets, whom I previously heard at the Mungungo Hall Valentine Dance a few months ago.
It won’t surprise you to know I was a lot younger than most of the people there, and where I haven’t really danced outside of nightclubs since high school formal, for some it was a matter of decades.
But as much as I would’ve liked to get up and show everyone my stuff, it just wasn’t the scene for me.
These old time dances give everyone a chance to be a teenager again, letting the initial awkwardness give way to something truly passionate.
But it’s for teenagers of a different time and while I’m happy to stand on the sidelines with my camera, it isn’t my place to step in.