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tossed them in the trash. Frisker might have ruined his shoes but he wasn’t giving them to him for a trophy either. Frisker hung his head all morning every time he saw Danny.
Danny put on a blue and gray plaid shirt with his new jeans he had bought this afternoon to wear to the dance. Since he had to replace his shoes, he had grabbed a pair of new jeans, too. He combed his hair and patted his freshly shaven face with some after shave Lisa bought him one time and decided that this would have to do.
While he was in town t his afternoon, he had washed his pickup at the car wash so it gleamed in the late afternoon sun. It had been a while since he had been on a date, he didn’t know if he was happy about it or not. Angela was a really nice young woman; he didn’t want to give her false hope.
Angela came to the door wearing jeans and a feminine version of an orange plaid Western shirt, or maybe it just looked feminine on her. Whatever it was, he liked it. She picked up a couple of grocery bags to bring with her.
“What do you have?” Danny asked.
“ We bring our own food and drinks to the barn dance. People bring their own instruments to play the music and sing whatever they know to sing.,” Angela explained.
“Okay,” he said, wondering what kind of dance this might be , certainly nothing to which Lisa would have gone to.
When they drove up, Danny saw an old barn that had lost its paint years ago sitting about a block back from the paved country road. Several cars and pickups sat along the road and in front of the building. When they stepped inside the barn there were folding tables lining the right side of the dirt dance floor. Folding chairs sat all along the edge of the dance floor on the left side and in the back a roughly build wooden stage had been placed for the musicians on which to play their instruments. Electricity was accessible because electric guitars and amplifiers belted their mournful sounds to accompany the country songs. Also a tambourine, a mandolin, and a fiddle lay available.
They found a place to sit not far from Angela’s parents. Ted brought his date to meet him. She was a pretty girl probably a senior in high school like Ted, Danny figured.
Laura , Danny’s mom, waved from the dance floor where she danced with Art to a slow dance.
Danny wondered if Harold and Mary came to these dances since his mother and Art were here. Sure enough with a little more neck stretching he saw them sitting across the room. He watched the dancers and noticed that the prevalent dance was the two step, other than that anything went. He held out his hand to Angela, “Would you like to dance?” There was nothing here to intimidate him.
As they stepped out on the dance floor, another slow dance began. Danny brought her close, she fit him perfectly. It felt so nice to dance with someone who wasn’t a foot shorter. Angela leaned the side of her face next to his. He sighed and enjoyed the dance.
After several more dances he managed to introduce Angela to his parents, but they already knew her.
The music started again and people lined up for a line dance. Angela and he got separated and danced with several other partners. After a while Danny managed to cut in on her partner and claim her again. Her eyes sparkled with joy having a good time. The next time they finished one of the fast swinging songs, they both were ready to sit down and catch their breath.
Angela brought out s andwiches and chips along with two quart jars of ice water. Danny greedily reached for the water. “Thank you. That’s exactly what I need.” She smiled and opened hers, too. They ate their food and returned to the dance floor again. Danny was amazed at Angela’s stamina; this was the first date he ever had when the girl didn’t want to sit on the side lines half of the time.
By midnight, most of the dance rs had left. Danny wondered if he should suggest that they leave, until he heard them call out that they were ready to start
Danny put on a blue and gray plaid shirt with his new jeans he had bought this afternoon to wear to the dance. Since he had to replace his shoes, he had grabbed a pair of new jeans, too. He combed his hair and patted his freshly shaven face with some after shave Lisa bought him one time and decided that this would have to do.
While he was in town t his afternoon, he had washed his pickup at the car wash so it gleamed in the late afternoon sun. It had been a while since he had been on a date, he didn’t know if he was happy about it or not. Angela was a really nice young woman; he didn’t want to give her false hope.
Angela came to the door wearing jeans and a feminine version of an orange plaid Western shirt, or maybe it just looked feminine on her. Whatever it was, he liked it. She picked up a couple of grocery bags to bring with her.
“What do you have?” Danny asked.
“ We bring our own food and drinks to the barn dance. People bring their own instruments to play the music and sing whatever they know to sing.,” Angela explained.
“Okay,” he said, wondering what kind of dance this might be , certainly nothing to which Lisa would have gone to.
When they drove up, Danny saw an old barn that had lost its paint years ago sitting about a block back from the paved country road. Several cars and pickups sat along the road and in front of the building. When they stepped inside the barn there were folding tables lining the right side of the dirt dance floor. Folding chairs sat all along the edge of the dance floor on the left side and in the back a roughly build wooden stage had been placed for the musicians on which to play their instruments. Electricity was accessible because electric guitars and amplifiers belted their mournful sounds to accompany the country songs. Also a tambourine, a mandolin, and a fiddle lay available.
They found a place to sit not far from Angela’s parents. Ted brought his date to meet him. She was a pretty girl probably a senior in high school like Ted, Danny figured.
Laura , Danny’s mom, waved from the dance floor where she danced with Art to a slow dance.
Danny wondered if Harold and Mary came to these dances since his mother and Art were here. Sure enough with a little more neck stretching he saw them sitting across the room. He watched the dancers and noticed that the prevalent dance was the two step, other than that anything went. He held out his hand to Angela, “Would you like to dance?” There was nothing here to intimidate him.
As they stepped out on the dance floor, another slow dance began. Danny brought her close, she fit him perfectly. It felt so nice to dance with someone who wasn’t a foot shorter. Angela leaned the side of her face next to his. He sighed and enjoyed the dance.
After several more dances he managed to introduce Angela to his parents, but they already knew her.
The music started again and people lined up for a line dance. Angela and he got separated and danced with several other partners. After a while Danny managed to cut in on her partner and claim her again. Her eyes sparkled with joy having a good time. The next time they finished one of the fast swinging songs, they both were ready to sit down and catch their breath.
Angela brought out s andwiches and chips along with two quart jars of ice water. Danny greedily reached for the water. “Thank you. That’s exactly what I need.” She smiled and opened hers, too. They ate their food and returned to the dance floor again. Danny was amazed at Angela’s stamina; this was the first date he ever had when the girl didn’t want to sit on the side lines half of the time.
By midnight, most of the dance rs had left. Danny wondered if he should suggest that they leave, until he heard them call out that they were ready to start
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