The music was intoxicating, and the dark-haired bassist slapped out a beat that called everyone to the dance floor. Determined to get his attention and stand out from the crowd of beautiful women, Amanda began to dance. She shimmied, cha-cha-ed, sambaed, rumbaed and did a merengue that segued into a mambo then the lambada before she two stepped, quick stepped and fox trotted. The crowd parted as she leapt, twirled, whirled, jeted, plied, releved and did a ronde de jambe that lead her back to the shimmy then the pony, a wild mashed potato and a wicked twist. Amanda danced so feverishly she didn’t notice that a crowd formed around her and that the music had stopped. And she was too caught up doing a one-person moon-walk Quadrille (her own invention) to notice that the bassist – along with the rest of the band – was staring at her in bemused horror.

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