I'm at a loss for words. The one whom I had met as a child, Whom I admitably had (and still have) a 'crush' on, was standing in the front row. I kept dancing, but my mind was elsewhere.
Does he know that it's Me?
Does he even remember?
We did line dances when we were little. Laughing and having fun. I mean, not having legs made 'Footloose' and the 'Electric Slide' difficult. But, we had fun.
I ended up getting to know him better. He said that he liked Latin dances and the Tango. The Tango, more than others. When I asked why, he replied that the Tango represents love and
Passion....
When we were kids, he was was one of my only friends. I wanted a physical form so I could dance better, and be able to dance with another. I wished I could tell him. Shout it to him right then and there. I've never actually seen him dance, aside from our childhood.
I wonder how he dances now.
His attire seemed formal. He had a khaki shirt, slightly unbuttoned to reveal his upper sternum. I had to concentrate to not stare. There was a rose on his left chest pocket. Seemed like he does salsa.
Then I got an idea.
I pulled a backstage pass from my pocket.
"Alright , beauties! The one lucky fan who catches this-"
I held the pass up high.
"-Gets to come backstage and meet me!"
A large cheer arose from the crowd.
Then I threw it. Directly at him. It hit him in the face, but he caught it. Nice. (YEET)
"Sorry about that, Darling. What's your name?" I already knew it.
"My name is Papyrus!"
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~It Takes Two To Tango~(Dancetale Papyton)
Fanfictionthere aren't enough Dancetale fics out there so, HEY! I probably won't update as much as I like. This is a slow-burn romance. (Meaning that emotions will develop over time) He won't recognise me. He won't remember. ...
