Wot you sayin'?

Go Down In Flames

Dancing their showdance, Joe Sugg and Dianne Buswell

It was time to do our showdance for the millionth time it seems, but this time in the O2. Before we got into position, Joe gave me a look that was similar to the one he had on our first show. Uh oh, I thought, getting nervous for my safety. That dance didn't go well. Back to this dance though, Joe held me up, strumming me like a guitar.

Stop making the eyes at me
I'll stop making the eyes at you

Yes, Joe. Keeping in time with me.

And what it is that surprises me
Is that I don't really want you to

It always made me laugh when, before he starts doing anything he automatically claps his hand as if he's saying to him 'let's do it!' Actually, he probably does.

And your shoulders are frozen

The worm was Joe's move, not mine, but I did something similar at the same time as him.

(cold as the night)
You're an explosion (you're dynamite)
Your name isn't Rio, but I don't care for sand

GO ON O2!!! I thought holding my arms up.

Lighting the fuse might result in a bang, with a bang-go!
I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don't know if your looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for

Pride swelled in my heart for him. He was doing so well. Body contact was good and his hand wasn't too far across my back, so he didn't restrict my movement.

I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor
Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984
From 1984!

"Go on, Joe!" Why are you hyping him up more, Dianne?! He's hyped up enough already.

Oi!

"Oi!"

Come on!

He gave me such a weak push and then I did some spins whilst he ran to the boys. Then I pointed at him and got back into position to angle myself right so that he could leapfrog over me.

Well I bet that you look good on the dance floor
I don't know if your looking for romance or
I don't know what you're looking for

I could feel his hands clasp around my legs after my handstand, but instead of going forward, I felt myself going backwards. It was like the world was going in slo-mo as I went.

I could vaguely hear a scream and seeing the look of panic on Joe's face, I realised it was me. Carry on, my eyes said, hoping he'd get the message. I sighed in relief when he carried me up and continued our dance.

I said I bet that you look good on the dance floor

The adrenaline kept going through me, dulling the pain I was bound to be in later. But both of us were determined to get to the end of this dance.

Dancing to electro-pop like a robot from 1984

I tried arching my back but my body was having none of that.

From 1984!

Poor thing looked so guilty when he got up whatever that thing was and held up the fake guitar.

Johannes shot me a look asking me if I was alright. I nodded at him just as I felt some pain hit me in my back and neck. I'm gonna have to apply some arnica there. Joe will have to help with that.