There was a dark room with one spotlight. *Boom* A couple walked out onto the dance floor in sparkling clothes. They started to dance.. They were doing the Waltz.. Everyone cheered as they began to light up the stage with their quick, swift motions moving across the floor.
Maggie
The colors danced in and out of each other, each fading into the background just as elegantly as the next, yet bringing it’s own special hue to the once blue sky. They seemed to waltz around the firey center on the horizon, cascading across the landscape in some sort of regal ball that took place every minute in a different place, a never ending display of design and beauty.
old people that have been in love for years…dancing and holding each other in a dance only they know how to do.AA
Angie
i wish i knew how to waltz so i could be on dancing with the stars maybe..that would be fun…but i would have to be the dancer and not the star unless somehow i become famous which would also be very cool because then could have money and not worry about things and help people..but not have a sex tape.
Tayleigh
I am the man in the crowd, I see the pulse of the floor and I feel the grand piano.
I hold you in my arms my sweet lady, my damsel in distress and you are delivered.
A man eyes a woman across the dance floor. He draws closer with each step and with each step he realizes how beautiful she is. He thinks to himself what he is going to say. He gets to her and says, “Would you like to do the waltz?” She laughs and walks away.
Mike Lovett
I feel the flow of the beat. I am that man.
I feel you in my arms, you, that damsel in distress, I that scoundrel there to steal your heart I am that man.
a dance that i cannot do
at all
its pretty and fancy and pretty old
makes me think of Vienna, Austria.
Leanne
Life is a waltz. The endless steps we take make each movement of the dance, and our decisions lead to the countless variations that a person’s life may take.
That guy from Inglourious Basterds really did a wonderful job with the role. Tarantino is kind of an evil genius. This feels odd.
Noah
I am the the man in the crowd, I see the pulse of the floor and I feal the grand piano.
I holdf you in my arms my sweet lady, my damsel in distredss and you are delivered.
Ben
ing thorough the tulips equals abandonment of social conventions and freedom of self expression.
janet
wlatz is a dance that entails two individuals spinning in concetric circles to the rhythm of music. The music that is often chosen to dance the waltz to is of classical nature and includes stringed instruments mostly.
Eliah Cappi
One two three….one two three….I tried desperately, and in vain, not to step onto the equally incompetent feet of my dance partner. He looked at me placidly, ambivalence dominating his acne covered features, as I frantically attempted to twirl.
ali
Dancing in the night, to a sound as sweet as the kiss you gave me. I remember our first waltz. That night, I was so afraid i might get it wrong. You didnt think so apparently.
Brittany
three people in a dimly lit room, one waltzes on his own, the two others watch. darkened windows, star-spangled sky, gold wooden floors, quiet night
Eva
She hated to dance. Boys stepped on her toes because it was hard not to, her feet were so big. The waltz was the worst. The music went one wasy and she went another; she had no sense of rythmn.
Joany O
it’s a dance that people do sometimes when they are at fancy parties. or if they want to pretend they are.
Olivia
It was a Thursday evening, probably around 7:30 and it wasn’t daylight savings time so it was dark. It was raining. A strange man, strange in that I did not know him, came up to me and asked me to dance. The next song was a waltz, and I’d never learned to waltz. But we did, and the man lead and I felt free.
Kelley
da na na na na, na na , na na, da na na na na, na na na na, doo doo doo doo doooooo doo doo doo, doo doo, dooodoodoo! dan dan!
mac
a waltz is a dance. a dance that you do with a partner, who can be someone you love or are just meeting..
beka
we danced. we danced slowly, we danced gracefully. we followed the steady rhythm of the one-two-three, one-two-three. we lifted up on our toes, we dropped down on our feet. we spun, slowly and gracefully, lifting and dropping to the one-two-three.
Alex H.
i didn’t come back here to be lectured about my writing! i came here to get another word, another chance to get some kind of creative juices flowing before my brain melts entirely from summer neglect.
kt
one. two. three. ONE. two. three. this is not a mazurka, or a polanaise. this is a waltz dammit.
kt
i was watching jimmy kimmel clips on youtube today and came across the interview with christoph waltz. he mentioned his son and his studies in israel. i can’t imagine being free to travel anywhere and study anything. no complications no expectations. just freedom to explore yourself and people and the wonders of earth.
I like waltzing. Once for a school function I had to go to a dancing class. It was mostly ballroom, run by two old people(they were married, I think). I got there late, was wearing a band t-shirt with a skirt, and my boyfriend looked at me anxiously.
Leshie
he slipped his arm around the small of her back. shed done this a million times before with him, but knowing this would be the last dance in the kitchen before he was sent away, there was a certain sadness about such a happy ritual.
We spun around and around, dancing to the rhythm. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know the steps, and it didn’t matter that she knew them by heart. We were one, were were a mass of dress and pants and shoes and life. Waltzing with her in the moonlight was beautiful.
Tasha
I wanted to dance. I wanted something simple. I wanted something good. You gave me the waltz. I didn’t know how to waltz, but you taught me. I now know how to waltz, and I love it.
Dianna
waltzing on the floor with my favorite man. we float hand in hand.. balcony love.
Melissa
I’ve taken dance lessons since the second grade. My girlfriend Katy wore a beautiful rose-red dress to the commencement dance at my school.
Michael Ross
The two of them stood on the edge of the crowd of dancers. The band struck up a new tune. A WALTZ. “Should we?” He asked. “I don’t know… I haven’t ever danced a waltz…” she replied. He took her into his arms and led her to the dance floor. The world spun as they danced.
Kate
She waltzed into the room. All eyes on her. He didn’t know how she could just captivate a room so quickly like she did. She was something different, someone he wanted to know. And someone everyone wanted to be.
we swayed in time for what seemed like forever. even though i have no grace, you were enough to keep us floating. we spun and twirled all across the floor. i had never felt so safe. but it never lasts long enough, after all it was a three minute waltz and a dream at that.
A waltz is a three-beat based structured piece of music usually performed for balet and other coreographed movement purposes. Famous waltzes include the sleeping beauty waltz which is most famously performed by the Russian Philharmonic Symphony orchestra.
David Crabtree
his hand trembled slightly as it held hers. his mustached twitched upward on the left side as he leant foward to smell her nina ricci perfume. so many years, so little changes.
julie
dancing with the one you love. a dance that can change someone’s life or is just steps to someone else. it’s crazy how life is a dance. i’ve never waltzed before, but i believe i would like it. just like love. i’ve never loved before but i think it would suit me.
Sarah Upton
My Dan and I use to waltz together when I was young. Patsy Kline, it was a little piece of magic.
She danced with him as it were her first time; the way that he led her across the floor exhilarating and sensual . She clung to him tightly and allowed herself to be led letting her guard down and surrendering to his strength.
There was a dark room with one spotlight. *Boom* A couple walked out onto the dance floor in sparkling clothes. They started to dance.. They were doing the Waltz.. Everyone cheered as they began to light up the stage with their quick, swift motions moving across the floor.
The colors danced in and out of each other, each fading into the background just as elegantly as the next, yet bringing it’s own special hue to the once blue sky. They seemed to waltz around the firey center on the horizon, cascading across the landscape in some sort of regal ball that took place every minute in a different place, a never ending display of design and beauty.
old people that have been in love for years…dancing and holding each other in a dance only they know how to do.AA
i wish i knew how to waltz so i could be on dancing with the stars maybe..that would be fun…but i would have to be the dancer and not the star unless somehow i become famous which would also be very cool because then could have money and not worry about things and help people..but not have a sex tape.
I am the man in the crowd, I see the pulse of the floor and I feel the grand piano.
I hold you in my arms my sweet lady, my damsel in distress and you are delivered.
A man eyes a woman across the dance floor. He draws closer with each step and with each step he realizes how beautiful she is. He thinks to himself what he is going to say. He gets to her and says, “Would you like to do the waltz?” She laughs and walks away.
I feel the flow of the beat. I am that man.
I feel you in my arms, you, that damsel in distress, I that scoundrel there to steal your heart I am that man.
a dance that i cannot do
at all
its pretty and fancy and pretty old
makes me think of Vienna, Austria.
Life is a waltz. The endless steps we take make each movement of the dance, and our decisions lead to the countless variations that a person’s life may take.
That guy from Inglourious Basterds really did a wonderful job with the role. Tarantino is kind of an evil genius. This feels odd.
I am the the man in the crowd, I see the pulse of the floor and I feal the grand piano.
I holdf you in my arms my sweet lady, my damsel in distredss and you are delivered.
ing thorough the tulips equals abandonment of social conventions and freedom of self expression.
wlatz is a dance that entails two individuals spinning in concetric circles to the rhythm of music. The music that is often chosen to dance the waltz to is of classical nature and includes stringed instruments mostly.
One two three….one two three….I tried desperately, and in vain, not to step onto the equally incompetent feet of my dance partner. He looked at me placidly, ambivalence dominating his acne covered features, as I frantically attempted to twirl.
Dancing in the night, to a sound as sweet as the kiss you gave me. I remember our first waltz. That night, I was so afraid i might get it wrong. You didnt think so apparently.
three people in a dimly lit room, one waltzes on his own, the two others watch. darkened windows, star-spangled sky, gold wooden floors, quiet night
She hated to dance. Boys stepped on her toes because it was hard not to, her feet were so big. The waltz was the worst. The music went one wasy and she went another; she had no sense of rythmn.
it’s a dance that people do sometimes when they are at fancy parties. or if they want to pretend they are.
It was a Thursday evening, probably around 7:30 and it wasn’t daylight savings time so it was dark. It was raining. A strange man, strange in that I did not know him, came up to me and asked me to dance. The next song was a waltz, and I’d never learned to waltz. But we did, and the man lead and I felt free.
da na na na na, na na , na na, da na na na na, na na na na, doo doo doo doo doooooo doo doo doo, doo doo, dooodoodoo! dan dan!
a waltz is a dance. a dance that you do with a partner, who can be someone you love or are just meeting..
we danced. we danced slowly, we danced gracefully. we followed the steady rhythm of the one-two-three, one-two-three. we lifted up on our toes, we dropped down on our feet. we spun, slowly and gracefully, lifting and dropping to the one-two-three.
i didn’t come back here to be lectured about my writing! i came here to get another word, another chance to get some kind of creative juices flowing before my brain melts entirely from summer neglect.
one. two. three. ONE. two. three. this is not a mazurka, or a polanaise. this is a waltz dammit.
i was watching jimmy kimmel clips on youtube today and came across the interview with christoph waltz. he mentioned his son and his studies in israel. i can’t imagine being free to travel anywhere and study anything. no complications no expectations. just freedom to explore yourself and people and the wonders of earth.
dancing
I like waltzing. Once for a school function I had to go to a dancing class. It was mostly ballroom, run by two old people(they were married, I think). I got there late, was wearing a band t-shirt with a skirt, and my boyfriend looked at me anxiously.
he slipped his arm around the small of her back. shed done this a million times before with him, but knowing this would be the last dance in the kitchen before he was sent away, there was a certain sadness about such a happy ritual.
We spun around and around, dancing to the rhythm. It didn’t matter that I didn’t know the steps, and it didn’t matter that she knew them by heart. We were one, were were a mass of dress and pants and shoes and life. Waltzing with her in the moonlight was beautiful.
I wanted to dance. I wanted something simple. I wanted something good. You gave me the waltz. I didn’t know how to waltz, but you taught me. I now know how to waltz, and I love it.
waltzing on the floor with my favorite man. we float hand in hand.. balcony love.
I’ve taken dance lessons since the second grade. My girlfriend Katy wore a beautiful rose-red dress to the commencement dance at my school.
The two of them stood on the edge of the crowd of dancers. The band struck up a new tune. A WALTZ. “Should we?” He asked. “I don’t know… I haven’t ever danced a waltz…” she replied. He took her into his arms and led her to the dance floor. The world spun as they danced.
She waltzed into the room. All eyes on her. He didn’t know how she could just captivate a room so quickly like she did. She was something different, someone he wanted to know. And someone everyone wanted to be.
we swayed in time for what seemed like forever. even though i have no grace, you were enough to keep us floating. we spun and twirled all across the floor. i had never felt so safe. but it never lasts long enough, after all it was a three minute waltz and a dream at that.
A waltz is a three-beat based structured piece of music usually performed for balet and other coreographed movement purposes. Famous waltzes include the sleeping beauty waltz which is most famously performed by the Russian Philharmonic Symphony orchestra.
his hand trembled slightly as it held hers. his mustached twitched upward on the left side as he leant foward to smell her nina ricci perfume. so many years, so little changes.
dancing with the one you love. a dance that can change someone’s life or is just steps to someone else. it’s crazy how life is a dance. i’ve never waltzed before, but i believe i would like it. just like love. i’ve never loved before but i think it would suit me.
My Dan and I use to waltz together when I was young. Patsy Kline, it was a little piece of magic.
She danced with him as it were her first time; the way that he led her across the floor exhilarating and sensual . She clung to him tightly and allowed herself to be led letting her guard down and surrendering to his strength.