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“I still don’t understand why you collect records. It’s 2021, you can literally stream any music you want for free.”
I turned around to face my girlfriend, Reagan. She was sitting on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table. I rolled my eyes and smiled.
“I don’t really know why either. I think it’s because my dad used to collect them.”
“That’s kinda dumb.”
“Yeah, I guess.” I laughed and turned around back to the shelf. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Reagan smiling.
Suddenly, an idea popped into my head and I grabbed a certain vinyl. I placed it on my record player and waited till the music started playing.
See the pyramids along the Nile...
I turned around again and held my hand out. Reagan raised an eyebrow.
“What are you doing?”
“Wanna dance?”
Reagan let out a small, sarcastic laugh.
“You and I both know that I don’t dance.”
“I know. But no one’s watching. It’s just us.”
You were expecting her to say no and then you’d have to beg, but surprisingly she got up and stood in front of you.
You smiled.
"I don’t really know where I’m supposed to put my hands.”
“That’s okay. Can I show you.”
Reagan nodded and I took her hands in mine. I placed both her hands on my hips and I wrapped mine around her shoulders.
“Now we just sway to the music. You just move your feet back and forth and you slowly move in a circle. It’s simple. Just follow my lead.”
The music played as we swayed back and forth. I could tell from her the way she stared at her feet and from her body language that Reagan was nervous.
“Babe.”
She looked up.
“It’s just us, you can relax.”
“I don’t want to step on your feet.”
“I don’t mind.”
Reagan visibly relaxed and I brought my hand up to her face to move a strand of her hair out of her eyes and I put it behind her ear.
We continued swaying. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. I softly hummed to the music and I rested my head in the crest of Reagan’s neck. My hands moved down and rested on her upper back.
“So did you buy this record or..?”
“It was actually my grandmother’s. She loved this song, she had her first dance to this song.”
“Well, it is a good song to dance to.”
I placed a light kiss on her shoulder as we continued to dance. We both live such busy lives that we never get to have slow moments like this.
But this moment? I’ll always cherish this moment.