Change of Heart

This last weekend I went to Billy Bob’s in Fort Worth. I have never been to a western dance hall and have never done a two-step dance in my life. I didn’t go in a huge group but there were enough of us to have a fun time. The group that I went with wasn’t drunk and had no intention of drinking alcohol during the evening. For most of the people that went this would be an easy task as most of us have learned that you don’t need to be drunk to have a good time.

         As the evening went on most of us had already stepped on plenty of toes and had made a fool of ourselves on the dance floor, but there was one girl who was stubborn and would not go out onto the floor. Her excuse at the beginning was she had no idea how to two-step and didn’t want to make a fool of herself. However, as the night went on we started she started to explain how the only way she dances usually is if she is drunk.

       I’m not using this story as a point of judgment for this girl as I think she learned something this evening. As people were slowly heading back to SMU my group decided to stay to the end so we all good get a few more dances in. This girl that swore she wouldn’t dance decided to stay with use. I have no idea why exactly she decided to stay because the only thing to do there was dance and she wouldn’t even step onto the dance floor. My driver said he would give her a ride back on campus, but she would have to dance with him before the night was up. With fifteen minutes to go she finally got out of the dance floor and started two-stepping. I was surprised to see that she was actually really good at the dance.

       The first dance turned into five more and she started to enjoy the evening for the first time. After Billy Bobs closed her face held a giant smile and was thrilled that she finally decided to dance. A few times in the car ride back she would ask us when we were coming back to Billy Bobs. She really wanted to go back and said next time she would be the first person on the dance floor.