"I wanna dance!", she said with a smile.
I look back surprised.
"Now?", I ask her, confused.
She nods enthusiastically.
"Yes, now.", she demands.
I look around.
We are standing on the side of the marketplace.
We had only come here to look at the Christmas decorations, then she suddenly said that.
"Come on!", she says and pulls on my arm.
I sigh.
Then she gets like this no one can stop her or change her mind.
She pulls me towards a person playing the guitar not far away.
The musician has just started playing a new song.
She laughs.
And starts dancing.
In the middle of the street.
I'm reluctant at first.
I don't really feel like dancing in the middle of the street.
It's embarrassing.
But as I watch her have fun dancing to the music I can't help myself and start clapping along.
Soon I'm tapping my foot to the rythm.
And this time, when she pulls on my arm and looks at me pleadingly, I surrender.
And start dancing.
In the middle if the street.
In front of a crowd of onlookers that has formed.
It's embarrassing.
It's unbecoming.
It goes against common sense.
It's fun.
I laugh.
Grab her hand and twirl her around.
A happy giggle escapes her lips.
Only then do I notice an elder couple dancing alongside us.
A new song.
More people join.
Lots of children.
Some adults.
It's fun.
Laugher.
Her smile.
Music.
It's worth the earlier embarrassment.
I don't want to stop.
Only one thought in my mind.
I wanna dance.