Music time

It was the school concert. It was in a chapel. God had moved out for the evening. The school had moved in.

I was at the back. I sang a bit. Sometimes with others. Sometimes by myself. There were some pieces that lacked singers. It was lucky I was there.

I danced a bit. Only to the boppy numbers. And in the interval. Some people smiled at me. Others had left their smiles at home. I didn't mind. I just like to dance.

I went down the aisle to the front. I could dance better there. People were pointing at me. I think they liked my dancing. D came and picked me up. He took me to the back. But I hadn't finished dancing yet.

I went back to the front. I joined the musicians. It's easier to dance close to the music. The dance floor was very small. One of the music stands was in the way. I moved it. A musician stopped playing. She must have finished. The others kept playing. I carried on dancing. A man with a stick looked grumpy. He waved it round. He nearly kept up with the music. Then D appeared. The dance floor was very crowded. There was no dancing room for D. Another musician stopped playing and handed me to D. It was nice of her. She could tell D was upset at not dancing.

D carried me all the way outside. A nice long cuddle. I could still hear the music. I would have liked to dance some more but D wanted to play with me. The concert finished. The man with the stick spoke to D. He looked annoyed. I wasn't suprised. It must be upsetting to wave a stick when there is dancing to be done.