The night is late, the dance is here.
The biggest dance, the one talked about all year.
The prom's tonight.
The mood is right.
The moon shines bright.
The city is ablaze with thousands of lights.
The city is large, I can see it all through,
The prom building's windows. The view,
Is amazing, I'm glad I came.
I sit back in my chair and enjoy my game,
Of seeing how long I can hold out,
Before I cave and join the dance.

The first on the floor is one of my friends.
The DJ's been playing, and now the true fun begins.

I watch as one by one,
All of my classmates,
And schoolmates,
And their dates,
Go out to the floor and dance.
It looks like fun.

I sit and watch,
People come to get me to dance,
But as always, I turn them away.
Being a Wallflower is nice.

I'm pulled out of my chair,
As two of my friends grab my arms,
And pull me to the dance floor.
I laugh and try to pull away, but it's halfhearted.
I enjoy the fun of the game.
Because this is the last prom,
None will come again.
I get away, laughing.

Hours go by, and still I have not gone out to the floor.
I sit on the window sill and look out at the city below.
Several of my friends,
Girls of course (why is it that the wallflower is always with girls)
Come to sit with me.
They scold me for not dancing,
But I know that their just teasing.
We talk for an hour,
Or was it two,
And I learn things I hadn't before.
One of them has a boyfriend,
One of them can drive,
One of them plays Doctor Who songs
On her phone for half the night,
They have a mutual friend,
Besides me of course,
That they have lost to another girl.
I learn thigns that I hadn't before.
Like how the other girl,
Would insult,
And lie,
And make them sad,
And steal their friends,
And ruin jokes that they all shared.
Like how they miss the friend they had,
And wonder why she hangs out
With the girl that makes them mad.

All too soon, they have to leave.
They each have plans for the next day.
One has an author's event to get to,
I jokingly nag her about the paper she has yet to finish.
One has a family outing early in the morning.
One just wants to watch Doctor Who all day,
I think she'll just sleep all day
Given how much sugar she had tonight.
I say goodbye and go back to the dance room.

The final hour,
The end draws near,
For the last and greatest dance of the year.
I still have not danced, though I know I'll cave in soon.

I am right.

The next song is nice, a lot of fun.
I do a little jig in my chair.
The next one is better, a lot more fun.
I get up a bit, dancing in my head.
The third to last is the one that does it.
One of my friends coaxes me to the dance floor,
And suddenly I don't care,
If I've never learned,
The way to move my body,
So that my arms flow through the song,
Or my legs sway to the music,
Or my feet glide over the tune.
Once my feet reach the floor,
I realize,
That it doesn't matter what I know and what I don't.
No one there does, and that's what makes it fun.
I start a dance off with another guy.
I start small, just moving my feet.
Now it's his turn.
He goes a bit bigger, and puts a spin on his move.
My turn now.
My arms move,
Of their own accord,
My feet seem to know,
That the challenge has been made.
I start to dance quickly to the tune.
I get in his face, just enough to be a challenge,
And then back off.
His turn now.
People have made a circle, and start to clap,
As the dance kicks off.
He spins again, gets in my face, then finishes with a click of the heels.
My turn now, and I know I'll win.
I copy
Every move that each of us had made so far,
Putting my own twist on them.
I bring another person into the dance,
Then another,
And then soon, everyone is back on the floor.
I smile, knowing that this one can't be topped.
When the song ends I go back to the side.
I'm tired out,
Sweat lines my face,
But my smile's wide.

I had fun.
Being a Wallflower comes easy,
But being in the dance is definitely,
A lot more fun.