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Will helped Elizabeth push aside the furniture, grateful that he had postponed the shopping trip for a little longer. He was eager to go out into the new world and learn all he could, but did not feel that a market was the greatest place to accomplish it.
Elizabeth moved over to a small box on the wall and started pushing buttons and flicking switches. Will was fascinated as she took out a small metallic disk and placed it on a tray, which then closed automatically.
"That's amazing," he whispered.
Elizabeth looked at him and smiled oddly. "It's only a stereo, it plays music."
"Really? But it's so small!" Will said with bewilderment.
"I know it looks complicated, but trust me, it plays music, so keep focused," Will was slightly disappointed that he would no longer be able to learn about the strange stereo.
Suddenly a strange deep, pulsating sound filled the room, it was unlike anything Will had ever heard before. It was erratic and unpredictable, there were voices coming from the box but the language they were speaking was unfamiliar. Moreover, it was loud.
However, Elizabeth looked as though she liked the noise that was spewing from the small box. She had a smile on her face and was, weaving from side to side like an ocean wave caught in tidal pool.
"What is that?" Will yelled over the noise.
"What? Oh, this is Beyonce 'Crazy in Love' I love this song!" Elizabeth said with a smile.
"This is a song? It sounds like a war cry!" Will yelled.
"Oi! You just aren't used to it!" Elizabeth yelled.
"I don't want to get used to it, it's rubbish! And you look ridiculous," Will yelled.
Suddenly the loud 'music' stopped and Will was left finishing his shout to a silent apartment, and an annoyed Elizabeth.
"I don't know why I even bothered, I mean me trying to teach you about twenty- first century music is like you trying to teach me about the finer points of sword fighting," she said abruptly.
Will realised he had let his shock over the music effect his mood, and had been sharp and rash with Elizabeth. He was instantly regretful for not giving her strange music a chance, but saw an opportunity in Elizabeth's defeated comment.
"Okay, Elizabeth, if you want to learn the finer points of sword fighting I will teach you, in exchange you will give me a second chance at this twenty- first century style," Will said with a charming smile.
"What?" Elizabeth said suddenly.
"You heard me, you teach me the meaning behind the noise and I will show you the art behind the sword," Will said eloquently.
Elizabeth's expression softened and Will gave a sigh of relief.
"Ok blacksmith, let's do this," Elizabeth smiled.
"So what do you wish to start with, dance or sword?" Will asked sweetly.
"Umm. you probably know how to explain sword fighting a lot better than I know how to explain dancing so let's start with you," Elizabeth said as she moved to stand next to Will.
The hours Will spent on training whirled through his mind at a dizzying pace as he searched for a viable explanation to give to Elizabeth. His mind went back to a few days before when he had been training against the Commodore in his mind. The effort he put into sizing up his opponent, now doubled as he attempted to analyse himself.
Then Will thought of an explanation and decided to go for it.
"When a man. excuse me," Will fumbled as he caught Elizabeth's accusing stare. "When a person goes into a sword fight the last thing on their mind is the opponent they're facing," Will said as he moved to the kitchen and grabbed a broom and mop.
"Really?" Elizabeth asked as he tossed her the mop.
"Yes," continued Will. "Before a swordsman. or person, can ever successfully combat an opponent, they must be aware of their surroundings, so we'll start there. Now close your eyes."
Will wondered if Elizabeth would trust him enough to accept, his previous infractions against her weighing heavily in his mind.
"But." she started.
It seemed she hadn't, but this step was crucial to the proper technique of a swordsman so was necessary. "Now, now," Will scolded her lightly. "You said you wanted to learn so I'm teaching you. Now close your eyes." Will watched as she did so. And moved silently to take a stance beside her.
*****
"Now focus on what you feel, hear, smell and even taste. Most people assume that a great swordsman is one who sees his opponent's attack and counters before being struck, when in fact sight is the last sense to be put into use," Will continued as Elizabeth stood, her eyes closed listening intently to his soft, and graceful instruction.
Elizabeth tried to do what he said, she cleared her mind and focused on describing her surroundings, she felt her feet on the carpet, smelt the familiar smells of her apartment, mixed in with Will's exotic scent, heard the background noise of the streets below and tasted nothing in particular. Overall it was fairly uneventful.
"What do you feel?" She heard Will ask, as she felt the carpet shift under his weight as he moved closer.
"I feel kinda stupid," Elizabeth said lightly.
"I meant around you," She heard Will scold. " Never mind just keep focused." she flinched a bit as she felt his warm, sweet breath on her face. It distracted her entirely too much.
Elizabeth still thought this was all rather pointless, she wasn't going to become a brilliant swordsman. or person, she was never very good at the active things anyway, she left all the tree climbing and fight-picking to people like Bradford.
"Try and track my movements through what you feel and hear," Will said softly. "When you think you know where I am, reach out and I'll tell you how far away you are," Elizabeth still had her eyes closed but she knew there was a smug smile on Will's face.
"Your confidence in me is overwhelming," she said as she searched furiously for any sound that may give away his position.
Elizabeth could tell that he had moved, his voice had sounded different. She focused on where she had heard the sound from, searching for any kind of movement or sound. She thought she felt a slight shift in the carpet and pointed furiously in the direction it came from.
"You have to concentrate if you are going to track me," Will said from an entirely different direction than Elizabeth had thought. She could tell he was smirking from in the tone of voice.
"Quit your smiling buddy, you can't hide forever," she said.
She fell quiet and focused all the attention she had on listening and feeling the world around her. She thought she could here the ruffle of Will's shirt and gingerly pointed in the direction it came from.
Her hand hit nothing but air; again she had no luck. "You are getting closer, keep trying," Will said from about five feet to the left of where she had thought he was.
She had to keep trying; she would not let him beat her. She put all that she had into focusing on any sound within the apartment. She strained her ears grasping desperately at any vibration available.
And then she heard it, slow, rhythmic and barely audible, but it was there. She had to cease her own to hear it, but there it was, the soothing sound of the rise and fall of Will's chest as he breathed cautiously. Once Elizabeth had broken that barrier it seemed as though a whole new world was awakened.
Along with his breathing she could hear the slight movements of his clothes as he shuffled from place to place. She could feel the vibration as he moved across the carpet, and it seemed as though she may even be able to hear the quiet beating of his heart if she listened hard enough. It was excellent, she knew exactly where he was now, could reach out and touch him easily, but decided to have a bit of fun first.
Slowly Elizabeth stretched out a hand in the opposite direction Will was standing. She smiled as she heard his shuffling stop and his breathing ease.
"You know, I thought we were making progre.whoa!!" Elizabeth flipped the mop in her hands and brought it swiftly and gently into the back of Will's knees, buckling them and sending him to the floor.
Elizabeth opened her eyes, looked down and smiled at Will who was looking up with disbelief on the floor. He seemed too speechless to say anything.
"I know," Elizabeth smiled as she helped him to his feet once more. "I think I got the hang of this awareness thing."
"I would say so," Will was smiling too, only his was still more puzzled than triumphant.
"Let's move onto dance for a while shall we?" Elizabeth said sweetly.
"Yes, let's. I fear to see what would happen to me if I taught you proper striking techniques." Will said smiling a little broader now.
Elizabeth was revelling in her small triumph, that focus and concentration technique was pretty cool, and it gave her a slight insight as to how to teach Will about dancing.
"Okay," Elizabeth said as she moved back to the stereo and turned the volume down slightly. "I think I know how to teach you how to dance."
"Do tell," Will said as he moved over to her.
*****
"Now sword fighting is dependant on you finding your opponent and listening and feeling his movements, like I did with you," Elizabeth said slyly.
Will was astonished, she'd taken him down easily with only a few minutes of basic concentration training, like a sack of stones he'd fallen to the ground under her blow. Mind you he was distracted at the time, but still, as a swordsman he had an obligation to be focused when under attack. He was embarrassed, but he was certainly very impressed.
"I'm listening," he smiled back at her, he noticed that she flushed slightly when he did that.
"See dancing is the same way only instead of an opponent your interacting with, it's the music," Elizabeth turned on the strange stereo and Will listened as the war chant music came on again, this time considerably softer and at a respectably audible tone.
Will watched as Elizabeth seemed to involuntarily move to it, like she didn't have a choice, like when it turned on it became a part of her. He was intrigued. "How do you interact with the music?" Will asked.
Elizabeth's face screwed into a look of puzzlement and concentration, she obviously had not put to words this much of her explanation.
"I guess it's like how I was sensing you before," she finally said. "See I found you because I found your breathing, I heard it steady and consistent, and I focused on it in order to know how to find you and react."
Will again was impressed; she had sensed his breathing? Many swordsman work for countless numbers of years before mastering such concentration and she had pulled it off in a few minutes. Will was eager to learn more about her and her abilities.
"So what am I looking for?" Will asked as the music continued to throb in the background.
"It's the rhythm, the beat, the heart of the music. It's in every song, you just have to find it and embrace it. After that it's just about adding your own personal flair," Elizabeth finished as she did a little twirl and dip to emphasis a specific point in the song.
Will was determined to learn just as quickly as Elizabeth had, he cleared his mind and focused on the music, which to him still sounded like mindless droning. He searched diligently but couldn't find anything, just this throbbing in the back of his ears. He screwed his face in utter concentration, but still was unable to locate it.
"I don't think I'm quite the pupil you are, Elizabeth," Will said as he looked at her pleadingly. "All I hear is noise."
Will couldn't believe he couldn't master something so simple as dancing when he was able to wield a sword and fence as readily as he did. He guessed that Elizabeth must have sensed his frustration because she came over and took his hand in hers. Her hand was smooth and soft compared to his calloused skin; it felt wonderful.
"Here, let me see if I can't show you what you're looking for," Elizabeth said calmly as she started drumming lightly on his palm.
Will felt his self-control slipping slightly.
"You feel that?" Elizabeth asked innocently.
"Mm hmm," was all that Will could muster, she was so close he thought he was going to burst out of himself, but he swallowed it and kept control.
"Now notice how the music falls into the beat, how if you listen, everything plays into these four counts?" Elizabeth asked completely ignorant of Will's slipping resolve to stay away from her.
Will was desperately trying to concentrate on what she was saying, knowing that it held importance, but forgetting the moment she said it anyway. He kept his entire focus on her soft fingers drumming against his rough palm. He tried to answer her question, but his mouth wouldn't respond, he felt almost sick with want of her, he couldn't think, couldn't move. How could she still be so close!?
Suddenly the contact was broken as she moved back to the stereo and Will's control and mind came back to him instantly. He scrambled to try and put together her instructions, to make sense of them, but the dull throbbing in his head was distracting him entirely too much.
Then Will paused as he put two and two together, the dull throbbing in the back of his head matched the pattern that Elizabeth had drummed on the palm of his hand! That was it! That was the beat, the rhythm and the heart of the music! Will could understand it now; how each throb encompassed a secession of notes and that these notes came together to fit a grander pattern. It actually was quite impressive if you stopped to think about it. But more importantly he could now dance like Elizabeth!
"Are you listening Will?" Elizabeth said as she stopped the stereo.
Will was snapped back to reality. "Umm, yes I think I understand now," he said as he smiled at her sweetly once more.
"Good, lets try it then," she said as she put on a different piece of music.
This one was like something Will had never heard before, it sounded dream- like, almost fake.
"What's this?" he asked curiously.
"Oh it's 'Daft Punk'" Elizabeth stated.
"The Daft what?" Will asked, afraid that this was all some thug's crazy illusion.
Elizabeth chuckled slightly. "No, that's the name of the band, 'Daft Punk'" she explained.
"Oh," Will said, slightly embarrassed.
"Now find the beat," Elizabeth said as she started to bop and spin and step across the living room.
Will watched her adoringly, now that he noticed why she moved the way she did, it was quite beautiful, how she emphasized different moments in the song by moving her body a certain way, he found it entrancing.
Elizabeth suddenly noticed that Will was starring at her, and stopped, looking slightly embarrassed. "Hey, I'm not going to stand here and dance by myself!" she called.
Will fell out of his trance and searched for the throbbing in his head once more. He moved out into the living room and started to mimic Elizabeth slightly.
It was kind of fun, bopping up and down to the music, Will let himself go in the music, let himself slip into the beat and forget about the pressures of the Caribbean, and his attraction to Elizabeth and the fact that he would be leaving her in a few days. He just let his body take over. He didn't even freak out when Elizabeth took his hand and together they grooved, funked, and jived their way through the living room. He was having fun, they were having fun together and it was refreshing. Will could defiantly get used to dancing. That song stopped and another came on but neither of them cared, Elizabeth continued to show Will different styles and kinds of music and together they danced the afternoon away.
*****
Hours felt like minutes and soon, their little dance party came to a close. Elizabeth stopped and looked at her watch, realising the lateness of the afternoon, and the second trip they had to make that day.
"Come on Will, we have to go," she said as she moved to the stereo, turning off Michael Jackson in the process. She had such a great time that afternoon, Will was so willing (pardon the pun) to learn and try new things. Once he had gotten the basics down, the two of them just spent hours jump, jive and wailing around her apartment, it was great.
But now the two had other things to do.
"Where do we have to go?" Will asked as he stopped, looking rather disappointed.
Elizabeth laughed slightly at Will's expression; he was adorable. "Shopping," she said as she grabbed her purse and pulled Will toward the door. "Oh don't forget the sunglasses and beanie I got you, remember we're trying to be inconspicuous."
"Shopping?" cried Will, but it was too late, the bug had been planted and Elizabeth was unknowingly dragging Will toward his worst nightmare, a crowded mall full of crazed shop-a-holics.
Will helped Elizabeth push aside the furniture, grateful that he had postponed the shopping trip for a little longer. He was eager to go out into the new world and learn all he could, but did not feel that a market was the greatest place to accomplish it.
Elizabeth moved over to a small box on the wall and started pushing buttons and flicking switches. Will was fascinated as she took out a small metallic disk and placed it on a tray, which then closed automatically.
"That's amazing," he whispered.
Elizabeth looked at him and smiled oddly. "It's only a stereo, it plays music."
"Really? But it's so small!" Will said with bewilderment.
"I know it looks complicated, but trust me, it plays music, so keep focused," Will was slightly disappointed that he would no longer be able to learn about the strange stereo.
Suddenly a strange deep, pulsating sound filled the room, it was unlike anything Will had ever heard before. It was erratic and unpredictable, there were voices coming from the box but the language they were speaking was unfamiliar. Moreover, it was loud.
However, Elizabeth looked as though she liked the noise that was spewing from the small box. She had a smile on her face and was, weaving from side to side like an ocean wave caught in tidal pool.
"What is that?" Will yelled over the noise.
"What? Oh, this is Beyonce 'Crazy in Love' I love this song!" Elizabeth said with a smile.
"This is a song? It sounds like a war cry!" Will yelled.
"Oi! You just aren't used to it!" Elizabeth yelled.
"I don't want to get used to it, it's rubbish! And you look ridiculous," Will yelled.
Suddenly the loud 'music' stopped and Will was left finishing his shout to a silent apartment, and an annoyed Elizabeth.
"I don't know why I even bothered, I mean me trying to teach you about twenty- first century music is like you trying to teach me about the finer points of sword fighting," she said abruptly.
Will realised he had let his shock over the music effect his mood, and had been sharp and rash with Elizabeth. He was instantly regretful for not giving her strange music a chance, but saw an opportunity in Elizabeth's defeated comment.
"Okay, Elizabeth, if you want to learn the finer points of sword fighting I will teach you, in exchange you will give me a second chance at this twenty- first century style," Will said with a charming smile.
"What?" Elizabeth said suddenly.
"You heard me, you teach me the meaning behind the noise and I will show you the art behind the sword," Will said eloquently.
Elizabeth's expression softened and Will gave a sigh of relief.
"Ok blacksmith, let's do this," Elizabeth smiled.
"So what do you wish to start with, dance or sword?" Will asked sweetly.
"Umm. you probably know how to explain sword fighting a lot better than I know how to explain dancing so let's start with you," Elizabeth said as she moved to stand next to Will.
The hours Will spent on training whirled through his mind at a dizzying pace as he searched for a viable explanation to give to Elizabeth. His mind went back to a few days before when he had been training against the Commodore in his mind. The effort he put into sizing up his opponent, now doubled as he attempted to analyse himself.
Then Will thought of an explanation and decided to go for it.
"When a man. excuse me," Will fumbled as he caught Elizabeth's accusing stare. "When a person goes into a sword fight the last thing on their mind is the opponent they're facing," Will said as he moved to the kitchen and grabbed a broom and mop.
"Really?" Elizabeth asked as he tossed her the mop.
"Yes," continued Will. "Before a swordsman. or person, can ever successfully combat an opponent, they must be aware of their surroundings, so we'll start there. Now close your eyes."
Will wondered if Elizabeth would trust him enough to accept, his previous infractions against her weighing heavily in his mind.
"But." she started.
It seemed she hadn't, but this step was crucial to the proper technique of a swordsman so was necessary. "Now, now," Will scolded her lightly. "You said you wanted to learn so I'm teaching you. Now close your eyes." Will watched as she did so. And moved silently to take a stance beside her.
*****
"Now focus on what you feel, hear, smell and even taste. Most people assume that a great swordsman is one who sees his opponent's attack and counters before being struck, when in fact sight is the last sense to be put into use," Will continued as Elizabeth stood, her eyes closed listening intently to his soft, and graceful instruction.
Elizabeth tried to do what he said, she cleared her mind and focused on describing her surroundings, she felt her feet on the carpet, smelt the familiar smells of her apartment, mixed in with Will's exotic scent, heard the background noise of the streets below and tasted nothing in particular. Overall it was fairly uneventful.
"What do you feel?" She heard Will ask, as she felt the carpet shift under his weight as he moved closer.
"I feel kinda stupid," Elizabeth said lightly.
"I meant around you," She heard Will scold. " Never mind just keep focused." she flinched a bit as she felt his warm, sweet breath on her face. It distracted her entirely too much.
Elizabeth still thought this was all rather pointless, she wasn't going to become a brilliant swordsman. or person, she was never very good at the active things anyway, she left all the tree climbing and fight-picking to people like Bradford.
"Try and track my movements through what you feel and hear," Will said softly. "When you think you know where I am, reach out and I'll tell you how far away you are," Elizabeth still had her eyes closed but she knew there was a smug smile on Will's face.
"Your confidence in me is overwhelming," she said as she searched furiously for any sound that may give away his position.
Elizabeth could tell that he had moved, his voice had sounded different. She focused on where she had heard the sound from, searching for any kind of movement or sound. She thought she felt a slight shift in the carpet and pointed furiously in the direction it came from.
"You have to concentrate if you are going to track me," Will said from an entirely different direction than Elizabeth had thought. She could tell he was smirking from in the tone of voice.
"Quit your smiling buddy, you can't hide forever," she said.
She fell quiet and focused all the attention she had on listening and feeling the world around her. She thought she could here the ruffle of Will's shirt and gingerly pointed in the direction it came from.
Her hand hit nothing but air; again she had no luck. "You are getting closer, keep trying," Will said from about five feet to the left of where she had thought he was.
She had to keep trying; she would not let him beat her. She put all that she had into focusing on any sound within the apartment. She strained her ears grasping desperately at any vibration available.
And then she heard it, slow, rhythmic and barely audible, but it was there. She had to cease her own to hear it, but there it was, the soothing sound of the rise and fall of Will's chest as he breathed cautiously. Once Elizabeth had broken that barrier it seemed as though a whole new world was awakened.
Along with his breathing she could hear the slight movements of his clothes as he shuffled from place to place. She could feel the vibration as he moved across the carpet, and it seemed as though she may even be able to hear the quiet beating of his heart if she listened hard enough. It was excellent, she knew exactly where he was now, could reach out and touch him easily, but decided to have a bit of fun first.
Slowly Elizabeth stretched out a hand in the opposite direction Will was standing. She smiled as she heard his shuffling stop and his breathing ease.
"You know, I thought we were making progre.whoa!!" Elizabeth flipped the mop in her hands and brought it swiftly and gently into the back of Will's knees, buckling them and sending him to the floor.
Elizabeth opened her eyes, looked down and smiled at Will who was looking up with disbelief on the floor. He seemed too speechless to say anything.
"I know," Elizabeth smiled as she helped him to his feet once more. "I think I got the hang of this awareness thing."
"I would say so," Will was smiling too, only his was still more puzzled than triumphant.
"Let's move onto dance for a while shall we?" Elizabeth said sweetly.
"Yes, let's. I fear to see what would happen to me if I taught you proper striking techniques." Will said smiling a little broader now.
Elizabeth was revelling in her small triumph, that focus and concentration technique was pretty cool, and it gave her a slight insight as to how to teach Will about dancing.
"Okay," Elizabeth said as she moved back to the stereo and turned the volume down slightly. "I think I know how to teach you how to dance."
"Do tell," Will said as he moved over to her.
*****
"Now sword fighting is dependant on you finding your opponent and listening and feeling his movements, like I did with you," Elizabeth said slyly.
Will was astonished, she'd taken him down easily with only a few minutes of basic concentration training, like a sack of stones he'd fallen to the ground under her blow. Mind you he was distracted at the time, but still, as a swordsman he had an obligation to be focused when under attack. He was embarrassed, but he was certainly very impressed.
"I'm listening," he smiled back at her, he noticed that she flushed slightly when he did that.
"See dancing is the same way only instead of an opponent your interacting with, it's the music," Elizabeth turned on the strange stereo and Will listened as the war chant music came on again, this time considerably softer and at a respectably audible tone.
Will watched as Elizabeth seemed to involuntarily move to it, like she didn't have a choice, like when it turned on it became a part of her. He was intrigued. "How do you interact with the music?" Will asked.
Elizabeth's face screwed into a look of puzzlement and concentration, she obviously had not put to words this much of her explanation.
"I guess it's like how I was sensing you before," she finally said. "See I found you because I found your breathing, I heard it steady and consistent, and I focused on it in order to know how to find you and react."
Will again was impressed; she had sensed his breathing? Many swordsman work for countless numbers of years before mastering such concentration and she had pulled it off in a few minutes. Will was eager to learn more about her and her abilities.
"So what am I looking for?" Will asked as the music continued to throb in the background.
"It's the rhythm, the beat, the heart of the music. It's in every song, you just have to find it and embrace it. After that it's just about adding your own personal flair," Elizabeth finished as she did a little twirl and dip to emphasis a specific point in the song.
Will was determined to learn just as quickly as Elizabeth had, he cleared his mind and focused on the music, which to him still sounded like mindless droning. He searched diligently but couldn't find anything, just this throbbing in the back of his ears. He screwed his face in utter concentration, but still was unable to locate it.
"I don't think I'm quite the pupil you are, Elizabeth," Will said as he looked at her pleadingly. "All I hear is noise."
Will couldn't believe he couldn't master something so simple as dancing when he was able to wield a sword and fence as readily as he did. He guessed that Elizabeth must have sensed his frustration because she came over and took his hand in hers. Her hand was smooth and soft compared to his calloused skin; it felt wonderful.
"Here, let me see if I can't show you what you're looking for," Elizabeth said calmly as she started drumming lightly on his palm.
Will felt his self-control slipping slightly.
"You feel that?" Elizabeth asked innocently.
"Mm hmm," was all that Will could muster, she was so close he thought he was going to burst out of himself, but he swallowed it and kept control.
"Now notice how the music falls into the beat, how if you listen, everything plays into these four counts?" Elizabeth asked completely ignorant of Will's slipping resolve to stay away from her.
Will was desperately trying to concentrate on what she was saying, knowing that it held importance, but forgetting the moment she said it anyway. He kept his entire focus on her soft fingers drumming against his rough palm. He tried to answer her question, but his mouth wouldn't respond, he felt almost sick with want of her, he couldn't think, couldn't move. How could she still be so close!?
Suddenly the contact was broken as she moved back to the stereo and Will's control and mind came back to him instantly. He scrambled to try and put together her instructions, to make sense of them, but the dull throbbing in his head was distracting him entirely too much.
Then Will paused as he put two and two together, the dull throbbing in the back of his head matched the pattern that Elizabeth had drummed on the palm of his hand! That was it! That was the beat, the rhythm and the heart of the music! Will could understand it now; how each throb encompassed a secession of notes and that these notes came together to fit a grander pattern. It actually was quite impressive if you stopped to think about it. But more importantly he could now dance like Elizabeth!
"Are you listening Will?" Elizabeth said as she stopped the stereo.
Will was snapped back to reality. "Umm, yes I think I understand now," he said as he smiled at her sweetly once more.
"Good, lets try it then," she said as she put on a different piece of music.
This one was like something Will had never heard before, it sounded dream- like, almost fake.
"What's this?" he asked curiously.
"Oh it's 'Daft Punk'" Elizabeth stated.
"The Daft what?" Will asked, afraid that this was all some thug's crazy illusion.
Elizabeth chuckled slightly. "No, that's the name of the band, 'Daft Punk'" she explained.
"Oh," Will said, slightly embarrassed.
"Now find the beat," Elizabeth said as she started to bop and spin and step across the living room.
Will watched her adoringly, now that he noticed why she moved the way she did, it was quite beautiful, how she emphasized different moments in the song by moving her body a certain way, he found it entrancing.
Elizabeth suddenly noticed that Will was starring at her, and stopped, looking slightly embarrassed. "Hey, I'm not going to stand here and dance by myself!" she called.
Will fell out of his trance and searched for the throbbing in his head once more. He moved out into the living room and started to mimic Elizabeth slightly.
It was kind of fun, bopping up and down to the music, Will let himself go in the music, let himself slip into the beat and forget about the pressures of the Caribbean, and his attraction to Elizabeth and the fact that he would be leaving her in a few days. He just let his body take over. He didn't even freak out when Elizabeth took his hand and together they grooved, funked, and jived their way through the living room. He was having fun, they were having fun together and it was refreshing. Will could defiantly get used to dancing. That song stopped and another came on but neither of them cared, Elizabeth continued to show Will different styles and kinds of music and together they danced the afternoon away.
*****
Hours felt like minutes and soon, their little dance party came to a close. Elizabeth stopped and looked at her watch, realising the lateness of the afternoon, and the second trip they had to make that day.
"Come on Will, we have to go," she said as she moved to the stereo, turning off Michael Jackson in the process. She had such a great time that afternoon, Will was so willing (pardon the pun) to learn and try new things. Once he had gotten the basics down, the two of them just spent hours jump, jive and wailing around her apartment, it was great.
But now the two had other things to do.
"Where do we have to go?" Will asked as he stopped, looking rather disappointed.
Elizabeth laughed slightly at Will's expression; he was adorable. "Shopping," she said as she grabbed her purse and pulled Will toward the door. "Oh don't forget the sunglasses and beanie I got you, remember we're trying to be inconspicuous."
"Shopping?" cried Will, but it was too late, the bug had been planted and Elizabeth was unknowingly dragging Will toward his worst nightmare, a crowded mall full of crazed shop-a-holics.