Last night, I went to a high school dance for the first time. I went alone, because none of my friends seemed to be going. I didn't mind. So, it called for preparation.. It was a black-light dance. The fact that the school bulletin said "wear white" worried me, so my mom called some school staff to ask about it. She found out that it was simply a recommendation, because white glows under the black-light. That put me a bit more at ease, because I was wearing a retro-style hot pink and black flowered dress, that my mom had made. I wore it, because it glows wonderfully under the blacklight. My mom knew, because she went out at night to dances with black-lights, and she got a lot of compliments on that dress, funny as it is.
So I decided to wear that dress, which goes down to a bit past the fingertips.. Underneath I wore tights, and for shoes, shiny black go-go boots, which fit the retro style. I also put on a variety of bracelets that were illuminated by a black-light. I tested to see what things glowed, with my own black-light. I have an awesome thing that is perfect for the black-light.. A black-light marker. It's a marker that when used to draw in light, is completely invisible. But when a black-light is near it, it glows really brightly. I decided to use it for my lips and eyes. I didn't put much on my eyes, because when put on too thick, it looks ridiculous. So bright lips was good enough. I also put a star on my cheek and a heart with "Luv!" on my hand. Lastly I put on some hot pink nail polish (also something that glows) to match the dress.
So, my mom drove me there, and dad came with, in case there was somewhere they wanted to go after dropping me off. I was a bit nervous.. I kept on talking to mom, saying things like "oh no.. I'm going to be the only one not wearing white.." and "are you sure this looks ok..?" I was half calmed by her reassurance, but I was still worried.
When mom and I got out of the van, I was silly, in hopes to calm myself with my own silliness. Just joking with her, and she's a funny person anyway. "are you sure you're not embarrassed having me walk up with you, in my junky clothes and pants with holes in them?" "no way, you kidding?" Walking up to the place, we found that they weren't prepared. All the lights were still on, and nothing was happening, no one was allowed in. So mom and I wandered about a bit, and it was most amusing when she noticed the giant statue of Lincoln's head. "Woah! What the heck is that? ...Lincoln's head? That's so creepy, and weird looking" I laughed and agreed with her.
We walked back to the van. It was 8:33. Dad asked what was going on, and we told him the news. I said, "Hey, why don't we go get a hot chocolate, or something?" So we drive down further and park. We walk down a few blocks, and decide to go to Tully's Coffee instead of Starbucks, because Starbucks is evil. So I feel a bit ridiculous walking in these huge boots and a bright pink dress, as I go to Tully's. And of course mom points out how people are looking at me. I don't notice, because I don't bother to look and to check. We go into Tully's, and sit down by a window. I get a hot chocolate, and dad shows us a trick to do with the straw, so it spins around, looking like it's doing it on its own.
After I finish the hot chocolate we make our way back to the van, and mom comments on 'how great' the nachos were at the Goldies Sports Bar. They later told me the place was terrible, but it was 15 years ago that they had been there and enjoyed it.
I sit in front, and we drive back to the school. I get out my ID and ticket, and this time they drop me off at the corner. I say that I'll meet them back there at 11:30 PM. I show Rose my ID and give her the ticket. Rose is a scary security guard who, though short, is very.. Threatening. She's loud and will whistle loudly at you if she thinks you're up to no good. Luckily I've gotten on her good side. She was the first person I saw upon entering high school to look around (before school started), and she said I looked like a good kid "I can see it in the face". She's right on that.
So I go in. The gym has a divider, so one half had the lights off and the black-light going, while the other is lit, with a table set up for checking in extra items. I walk in, not having any pockets, I give them my ID which they put in bag 17. They give me a little tag with the number on it. I hadn't really noticed the girl to my left, nor recognized her, until I turned around.
"Tanya! It's you!" "Elizabeth...?? I didn't know you were coming!" Her blonde hair was up and she was wearing a white tshirt with red fishnet sleeves. I hadn't recognized her at first, because everyday that I see her, her hair is down. So we talked and headed towards the dance floor.
I noted that not many people were dancing, and those who were, were mostly couples and people who were primarily dancing in little groups, waving their hips around. I forget who said it, but someone said "It's really awkward, no one's really dancing" So eventually I find a little group with Elizabeth, and lose my nervousness and dance. I say I'm not a good dancing, but I have at least the guts. I'm a nervous person, but I let out my wild outgoing side when I dance. I'm not afraid to be stupid. I waited for a better song, with a more defined beat. I love songs with beat.. Because they are the most fun to dance to. Move to the beat, you know? It's fun. There was one girl who was very outgoing and funny, who was dancing and skipping up to dance with random groups of people. She really did get it started. She has no embarrassment, she dances and is silly. She really helped get the mood a lot less awkward and more fun. Eventually some people migrated away from me for a while, and I moved forward closer to the DJ and near the lights. People were noticing my lipstick (marker) and were complimenting it. Dancing by myself, I then noticed Jovy. Jovy is a friend of mine who's a year older, and she's really nice, and used to be really shy. But now she's really different, but not in a bad way. She saw me, waved, and then came up to me to ask over the music "Are you waiting for a friend?" I said no, I wasn't, they were just scattered about. She then joins me, and some of her friends do too. Those who were awkward finally started dancing, seeing Jovy and I dancing up a storm, as well as my amusing acquaintance, here and there. It was waaay too much fun. I ran into Fitsum too, and that was nice. Sometimes my friends would go to sit down, but I kept dancing. Sometimes strangers would come and join me and dance too. I never stopped. I danced to every song, even though I didn't really like one of them. I still love to dance to them, and most had decent beats. I especially liked the techno, and we laughed as we danced faster and faster to the beat as it went loud.
DJ doughboy.. I should have asked him to show us.. The DJ is my teacher's son, if I remember correctly. Mrs. Connie, she's really nice. Connie is just her nickname, if not her first name. Doughboy gets his name because he can stretch his skin really far.. Too bad I didn't ask.
So an hour later, everyone was dancing. Of course all the girls and guys were 'grinding hips', but it wasn't too graphic, so I didn't care. They were hidden in the crowd, anyway. I was too busy having fun. I laugh to think what my peers thought.. With me and my giant go-go boots, my bright dress, my crazy dancing.. I'm a shy person. I sit there in class, half asleep, rarely speaking. I wear loose clothes and am often drab. So it must have been a slight surprise. It's funny.
And yes, I was one of the only ones wearing something besides white. But it didn't matter in the end.
I only sat down for a fifteen second interval, and got back up and danced again. I danced for three hours straight, and it was extremely fun. Really really fun.
When I got out, I went to get my ID, and very slowly walked outside. It was nice and cold, and felt good. I slowly half walked half limped over to where mom was waiting, after she waved. "Oh my good.. my feet are deead.." I laughed and collapsed into the seat, and grinned at Alex as he waved a pack of Reese's Peanut Butter Cups at me.
I was afraid to see the blisters, because my feet hurt and I knew that I hadn't taken any breaks. To my surprise, when I pulled the boots off, there were none. I guess those are good boots... They don't have any rough edges. Good.
I collapsed onto my bed, reluctantly changing out of my dress and into my pajamas. I found that i had managed to sit in gum in the fifteen seconds I had sat down. To my relief, the gum was underneath the dress, on the butt of my tights. The skirt is short enough that it's hard to really sit on, and I had sat down on the bleachers. It was amusing, and annoying. In the dark I couldn't really tell what I was sitting on, but I noticed that my tights seemed to snag on something, which I just assumed were splinters of the bleachers..
So it was a lot of fun. Keep an eye out for pictures of it.. Either on myspace or on deviantart..
www.myspace.com/7anya
www.7anya.deviantart.com
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