The music system, on the other hand, was slammin'. I stayed on the outskirts, doing my best impression of a wallflower. Saying I was nervous was an understatement, but I needed to get the show on the road before I lost all my nerve.
I moved out onto the dance floor, pushing aside my nerves. I tried to focus on the music, and had almost succeeded when I felt a hand on my hip.
I started, turning around a little too quickly, bumping into a tall, broad chested young man. I took a step back. "Oh, I'm sorry."
He smiled at me. It was a nice smile, I guess. It didn't creep me out too much, at least. "It's okay. You here alone?"
"I have some friends around."
He grinned and moved a little closer. "That's not what I meant."
"Oh. Then yes."
"Good." He slipped his arms around my waist. "In that
