The ball is now gorgeous and exciting. The beautiful and blooming dansers. Wear a glittering dress and step on according to the performance of the orchestra. "Can you dance with me?" It was an invitation of a red pillar-box. Somewhat reasonable opponent. I was dancing with a crane car until a while ago. Or, I was swinged and thrown away. He invited me to be lying on the floor. "Well, gladly." But, the pillar-box was not good at dancing. Rather, it did not move at all. He is standing straight on the floor. There is no choice but to turn round around. "Please put in a love letter." "Well, yeah, that's it." As my eyes only turned, I ran away on his way around him. The orchestra raised the tempo of the performance. "Lady, let's dance!" Drastically changed, active youth. It is a rough application from a large motorbike. He was a fierce partner. I was afraid that I could be pushed down. The engine sound is noisy, I can not talk at all. I was not happy about gasoline odor and exhaust gas too much. At last I was shaken off the seat. He did not realize it, he selfishly ran away. I thought that I do not want to oppose a big bike anymore. I do not want to dance until wearing a helmet. I was sipping back when I was rubbing my back. "One song, how about you?" He was a so-called beauty gentleman. He was perfect from hair to shoes. He was a decent man male, not a civil engineering heavy machine or a reptile. "I'm sorry, I got tired." I declined it very much. A beautiful gentleman with an incredible expression. I will see off his palpable back. "I'm sorry." I muttered in a loud voice. Actually I was not so tired. I wanted to dance still more. But, as expected, it is useless. Because motivation to dance does not come up. It is no use at all with a common partner.
