after much nervous foot-shuffling, i managed to be the first on the dance floor at my senior prom this past saturday.

i dont remember what made me do it. i kept telling people i would, should, or that they should come out with me. but the moment before i did it is completely blank. what i remember next is me and my date alone on the floor with everyone watching us act a fool.

still working on the split-second thing. much progress made, however. i realize now it doesnt really matter… good ending or bad ending it’ll make a good story.