The gentle squeezing of his hand brought a smile to her face. "Not everything has a concrete answer. Sometimes we have to accept it and move forward. Will you dance with me at the intertribal dance?" he said, interlacing his fingers with hers.
"I can't dance. I tried and fumbled." She released his hand and turned, as her heart broke for not giving him the only thing he ever asked of her.
"Megan, feel the music," he said, his hands on her shoulders. "Forget about everyone, including you." He now stood in front of her. "Remember the day in the rain?" He lifted her chin so their gazes met. "You did it then, you can do it now. Let the drums lead you around the circle as it did in your dream. Please dance with me."
Looking into his dark eyes, Megan saw her and Colby dancing, the wind as their chariot. There were no clumsy movements; no emotions held back. In his eyes, she knew her dream would come true.
When the announcer invited everyone to the intertribal dance, Colby took her hand and led her to the group. Standing outside the circle, she stopped. "I can't."
"Yes, you can," he said, squeezing her hand. Her heart broke into two, because she wanted to celebrate with Colby, but fear of humiliation kept her from participating.
Megan looked around, in hopes of finding the answer as to whether she should dance. Seeing Clay nod his head towards the circle, her heart pieced itself together.
The second her foot touched the circle, she transformed into a ghost-like creature. Without thought, her body moved to the music. When the drums quieted, reality set in, but exhilaration remained fluent in her body and soul. "I will never forget tonight," she whispered.
While Colby talked with friends, energy radiated over him. It appeared he could dance all night. "I could to," Megan muttered. Her heart filled with joy and excitement and determination in taking on love, college, and life. Is it that easy? Can one dance change me that much?