id be glad if you would have another go at him . she was n't afraid to be alone , but she could choose not to be . he 's dancing with me , swaying with the beat . he mumbled about his eyes the whole way . he moved , but not to the dressing room . something else she just could n't explain away as pure physical attraction . she smiled fondly and stood up , brushing her hands on her swirling peasant skirt . finally the old man tottered off-stage . 