The music system, on the other hand, was slammin'. I stayed on the outskirts, doing my best impression of a wallflower. Saying I was nervous was an understatement, but I needed to get the show on the road before I lost all my nerve.

I moved out onto the dance floor, pushing aside my nerves. I tried to focus on the music, and had almost succeeded when I felt a hand on my hip.

I started, turning around a little too quickly, bumping into a tall, broad chested young man. I took a step back. "Oh, I'm sorry."

He smiled at me. It was a nice smile, I guess. It...