when i was a teenager i was too self-conscious to dance. i would go to school dances on friday nights after football games (grew up in a small town, thats what we did lol) and would wait for 'slow songs' and ask girls to dance. sometimes they said yes, sometimes no.
this went on til my junior prom. i rented a tuxedo and had the red cummerbund that matched my dates dress. (do people still do that? lol) i was still too self conscious to dance but didnt want my date to have a bad time so i told her she should go on and dance. which she did, fair enough.
while i was sitting there i saw the quarterback and captain of the football team go shuffling by. he was trying to kind of dance but could not find the beat to save his life. (this was 80s pop/dance music, the beat was like a metronome.) the guy looked, well, ridiculous.
i felt determination stirring in my guts. by god, i spent a bunch of money on tuxedo rental and a nice dinner and here i was watching this jock missing the beat on some madonna or prince song or whatever. i was outraged! not giving myself time for second-guessing i leapt up, ran to where my date was dancing with my other friends and, you know, started dancing. my friends were all like 'wheeeee!'. it was a great moment in time for me.
later, in college, i went to rock and roll shows and learned to dance to live music. intoxicants might have been involved but it was all built on that moment at the junior prom when i saw a football player who couldnt find the beat and decided i couldnt possibly look any worse.