PHOEBE
Phoebe was indeed light on her feet and quite graceful, her movements quick in response to his leading steps and pushes against her hip and hand. But really, whether the quality of her movement was good or not by anyone’s standards, she was just having fun. She couldn’t remember the last time she had simply had a good time doing anything. There was always something nibbling at the back of her mind. Some hurt, some sorrow, some worry…but for now it all faded into the background. The music was lively, people were laughing, and Emmett was smiling and holding her and…She gasped a bit as she was pulled flush to his chest, lashes fluttering as she looked at him. Their faces were close enough that she could feel his breath upon her face…and yet he hesitated and in turn so did she. Brown eyes cast down, glancing in the direction they were moving, unable to hold his gaze. Was it shyness? A lack of confidence? Worry? Perhaps a combination of all of them in reality.
I gotta find my place
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
I wanna hear my sound
Don't care about all the pain in front of me
'Cause I'm just trying to be happy
