Composed Elements

I was just looking at some of the pictures taken at my sister’s wedding banquet a couple of years ago and came across one where my brother and I were dancing in front of everyone there.  My sister and her husband wanted everyone to start dancing and urged my brother to start it off.  He made me go up with him because he didn’t feel like doing this in front of 800 people alone.  So, we pretty much did whatever dance we could think of.  I did my best horrible fake dancing moves as a joke for a couple of minutes and then sat down.  I had paid my dues.

A few days later, my mom asked me, “Where did you learn those moves?”  I was like, “What are you talking about?  I was just joking when I was dancing out there.”  She said her friends were so impressed by the dancing my brother and I did that they wanted me to teach them how to dance.  My mom looked really proud of me.  I felt bad for them – if they thought my moves were great, what did that say about theirs??