The Dance

Joining my friends in front of the door to my school.

People chanting:

Let us in!!

Let us in!!

Finally they open the door and I walk inside.

The doors leading to the gym are pitch black, 

Like a gaping maw leading to the void.

I walk inside and see that I am not the first one to get into the gym.

Music is blasting through large speakers.

Lights flashing around.

My friends join me in the gym and I wait anxiously for my crush to show up.

As I wait I dance and run around letting out my inner 6 year old. 

Finally after around 10ish minutes I saw her walk into the gym.

You were wearing a white dress.

Your dancing was elegant.

The whole time I was dancing I was trying to work up the courage to talk to you.

Near the end of the dance I asked is I could dance with you.

You Gestured with your hands.

Not the finger but a weird heart with four fingers instead of both Hands

I left confused and hopeful that you like me.