take my hand and dance with me...
I finished today "The perks of being a wallflower". What an amazing book. I just couldn't stop reading it. I really loved it.There was a fragment in it about prom. And it reminded me of my prom.
Well, when I started last year of high school, from the beginning, the prom was something I was waiting for so badly. I was so sure that this was going to be The night to remember.
But it didn't. Because in next month my Dad died. And the idea of prom just disappeared.
Although I decided to participate in preparation. Especially in the dancing lessons. We have this tradition in Poland that all proms start with a dance. A national old dance. And this needs rehearsals. A lot of them.
And since I had danced in the folk dance band, I agreed to teach my friends. We spent so many hours together.
And that special day came. And I had to watch them dance. So I went there. Just for this 5 minutes to see. Without a dress, a partner, a fancy glitter hair. They danced. They were great. They all looked so beautiful.
And they made me stay for a one drink. One drink turned to another one, and another one... I was drinking. A lot. I even initiated "spin the bottle". It was fun. But at one moment they all went to the dance floor and I left alone.
I ended sitting on the windowsill in the toilet crying my eyes out. It could be an amazing night if I could have been there with a date...
And suddenly I felt someone hugged me. It was my friend Peter. He just held me tight whispering something to my ear, stroking my back. And I was crying. I didn't know how much time we spent on this windowsill. But I finally stopped crying. And I touched his cheek and kissed him. And he kissed me back. And then he smiled. And he led me to the dance floor and we danced. Slowly.
He left his date just to comfort me. And I felt special then.
And I came home.
It was my prom.
Well, when I started last year of high school, from the beginning, the prom was something I was waiting for so badly. I was so sure that this was going to be The night to remember.
But it didn't. Because in next month my Dad died. And the idea of prom just disappeared.
Although I decided to participate in preparation. Especially in the dancing lessons. We have this tradition in Poland that all proms start with a dance. A national old dance. And this needs rehearsals. A lot of them.
And since I had danced in the folk dance band, I agreed to teach my friends. We spent so many hours together.
And that special day came. And I had to watch them dance. So I went there. Just for this 5 minutes to see. Without a dress, a partner, a fancy glitter hair. They danced. They were great. They all looked so beautiful.
And they made me stay for a one drink. One drink turned to another one, and another one... I was drinking. A lot. I even initiated "spin the bottle". It was fun. But at one moment they all went to the dance floor and I left alone.
I ended sitting on the windowsill in the toilet crying my eyes out. It could be an amazing night if I could have been there with a date...
And suddenly I felt someone hugged me. It was my friend Peter. He just held me tight whispering something to my ear, stroking my back. And I was crying. I didn't know how much time we spent on this windowsill. But I finally stopped crying. And I touched his cheek and kissed him. And he kissed me back. And then he smiled. And he led me to the dance floor and we danced. Slowly.
He left his date just to comfort me. And I felt special then.
And I came home.
It was my prom.