the last dance

I send out a mail to 20 people.."Dance practice anyone? Tomorrow is my last day here!" .Three guys respond...
We are in the dance room..its a conference room..thickly carpeted in the basement away from civilization..we just use it for dancing! But no laptop! no laptop,no music...

One guy leaves after wishing me luck. We stand discussing hip-hop for a while...then one guy says he will go check whether any laptop is available.He leaves too.
We stand talking...He says there will be no dancing here once I leave.I grin!
We talk about who the better dancer is.Since modesty is not one of our vices...we back ourselves! The other guy calls to says..no laptop!

I say lets dance..he says no music..I say big deal.We start dancing.He says he may forget the steps..I say you think that way every single time.
We talk..we dance..we laugh!

I ask him whether I can call him ponytail (he has long hair).He calls me Cruella! We laugh.He asks why do you have
to leave...why do you have to relocate..nobody will arrange dance lessons anymore!! We continue to dance...

We do samba..then cha-cha-cha..rock-n-roll..even swing! he counts"1..2..1..2". I imitate him and he is irritated..but grins.He says"I love dancing...soooo much!"..I look at him and nod.
I know the pain of loving something too much.

After some time..we stop dancing.we walk back.We are still talking about dance.
He wishes me luck..I wish him back.We talk about keeping in touch.

Thanks for that one last dance Mr.Ponytail.It was also the best!