A teenage girl at the bus stop, alone, earbuds in, dancing like she’s tryin’ to be famous. I’m not talking about tapping her foot while she waits for the number 49. I’m talking full-on spins and dips, arms flailing. Eyes closed, of course, cuz you wouldn’t want to see the condescending smiles of the passers-by. Like me. I’m wondering if Prince Charming finds that sort of behavior adorable?
I can’t remember ever doing that as a teenager. Currently, I dance down the aisles at the grocery store, singing along to the muzak or entertaining the 3 year old with various Wiggles songs. But as a teenager? I loved to dance—in my room or at a function, but never at bus stops. Ditto with the singing. One exception: Buttercup and I used to sing in the car. Loudly. Especially if a certain prude-y girl was in the back seat and Violent Femmes came on the radio. I won’t repeat the words to the song here out of respect for her parents, but we enjoyed making said girl blush (you have no idea how funny that all is unless you know Buttercup and Prude-y Girl, which you don’t, so I’m sorry for the insider statement.)
Another story about music. When I was 17, the church I went to sponsored a dance-athon. I got pretty close, in the final 10 people. And after 2 hours of dancing, I seriously couldn’t move my feet any more. Migaloo came up on stage and literally held me up through an entire song—a 2.5 minute recess from having to carry my own body weight. I’d like to say that the respite gave me the energy I needed to win, but in truth I lasted another 10 minutes and then asked the judge to call me out so I could finally sit down. (Pride wouldn’t let me just stop, which is another silly thing about teenagers.) Point is, now that I’m old and past public appearances, losing the contest doesn’t seem to matter. But those friends, the ones who lifted me up? You get the idea. (Another aside: Migaloo became a professional lifter-upper and married a woman who radiates compassion, so once in a while, life works out just the way it should.)
Point is, if a friend were with me at the bus stop and really needed to dance, I’d go ahead and dance with her. Prince Charming or no, I’d let loose. Of course, I’d ask to move to a more secluded spot first, perhaps indoors…