"I'm not too sure about this, Amelia..."
"Oh, tish tosh Delbert, it'll be fun!"
"But I'm not too sure how to-"
"Don't worry; I'll lead and you just copy my movements."
"Oh..." Doppler gave a defeated sigh. "Fine! But be gentle with me, it's my first time!"
A wicked smile crept onto Amelia's face. "Good. Now, hold onto my hand-" Doppler slipped his hand into hers. "And put your hand onto my waist."
Eyebrows hitting the roof, Doppler's cheeks turned crimson. "W-where?"
"My waist, Delbert." Chuckled Amelia. His warm hand was placed just above the start of her curves. "Now, move forward-ow!"
"Sorry! Sorry, sorry, sorry!" He stumbled.
"Nevermind, we'll try it the other way. When I move forward you move-"
"Sorry! I didn't mean to."
"Don't worry, it's not the first time. Right, try to-oof!"
"I didn't mean to! You moved first and-!"
"I know, I know." Amelia sighed. "Really dear, you've got to relax-"
"Will you stop playing with that!"
"I will once you stop being so stiff and loosen up a bit. Darling, if this is ever going to work-"
"I know, I know. I've got to relax." Doppler parroted. Despite his wife's advice, he was still stiff as a pice of cardboard. Staring at Amelia's raised eyebrow, Doppler finally loosened his body.
"Darling?"
"Yes?"
"Your hand is slipping."
"Sorry-sorry!"
"Right, move backwards on three: one, t-I said on three!"
"Sorry!"
Sighing, Amelia slipped her hand from his and flicked the needle up from the spinning black disc. The springy orchestrial tune comes to abrupt stop and the two sigh and pull away from each other. Doppler buries his hands into his pockets and sheepishly stares at the floor. "I'm never going to learn how to dance, am I?"