I print out a step chart

To practice at home

To feel out the song

My skills to hone

But I just can't get it

For why no one knows

But I think it's for this

I can't feel the arrows

My feet feel lost

My rhythm's weak

Without a platform

For my toes to seek

The songs in my head

The notes are internal

But without the dancing stage,

My steps are all infernal

My legs need a rest

I played for two hours

Straight last Wednesday

With the small group of ours

But for now, we're few.

We only number three.

For all of our coaxing

It's just Brian, Cassie, and me.

Tommy's in progress,

Twice he's excused

Himself from the game,

I'll be amused

To see him and Brian

Dance side by side

One day with some practice

They could go on quite a ride.

They partner well in demos,

Of kung fu grace and speed,

Together on the dancing stage,

They could really take the lead.

I have personal predictions,

Of where Brian'll be.

I say he'll be at steady trick,

In four months tops or three.

He has a dedication,

Love for the dance I haven't seen

He'll lose and have fun anyway,

He doesn't lose his steam.

He takes it slow on most songs,

But gets real bold with me.

Since he knows I can clear those,

He goes to songs well beyond foot 3.

One time, of his own accord,

Senorita virtual was his choice.

My skepticism was clear,

Why not the other senorita? I voiced.

No, he told me, it's too slow

I like the speed of this.

I shrugged and said, okay,

I know I can pass it.

The song left him in its bold dust

While I kept step for step.

He ended catching his breath,

While I was feeling prepped.

.....

In parting,

May I say this pick,

Evan came with strep throat,

And got two of us sick.

Evan, if Amy's sick as well,

Boy are you in for it,

My brother wants a piece of you (:D)

Since from me, from you, he got it.