I had a blast dancing with all of my friends, and even though there were points where I seemed to hate it, it all blanks away. Throwing down, and raking it up, I managed to keep my wristband on, and I managed to create a new memory. My first slow dance, as it happened, it was as awkward as it could be. As the song played, and as I took my focus off the dimmed lights, and put my focus on the moment unfolding. Her hands on my shoulders, and my hands on hers. Of course, that was definitely the wrong way to do it, but slowly and surely things fell into place. The night died down after that, but overall, I loved seeing all my friends jam out, they kept me happy with my tired face on me the entire time.