fandomhigh | Valentine's Day Dance. The Gym. 8.30 pm

I don't wanna be no man's woman
It don't make me happy this mantrolling
Thing that you got for me so I become
No man's woman

I don't wanna be no man's woman
I've other work I want to get done
I haven't traveled this far to become
No man's woman
No Man's woman

Cuz I'm tired of it
And I'm not scared of it
That I'll never trust again
Cuz a man could fake you
Take your soul and make you
Miserable in so much pain

My friends think I'm alone but I've got secrets
I don't tell everything about the love I get
I got a lovin man but he's a spirit
He never does me harm never treats me bad
He never takes away all the love he has
And I forgive him a million times

I'm never tired of it
And I'm not scared of it
Cuz it doesn't cause me pain
Like a man could fake you
Take your soul and make you
Never be yourself again

I never wanna be no man's woman
I only wanna be my own woman
I haven't traveled this far to become
No man's woman
No man's woman
No man's woman

This sounds more like a song Nadia can dance to. She decides to forgo the traditional "coupling" and hits the dance floor on her own, figuring if someone wants to join her, they will.

Which Walter does, since it's fast enough that he assumes he and Nadia can keep themselves out of trouble. "Right. You're the expert here. What do I do?"

Nadia rolled her eyes slightly. Hopeless. "First, just listen to the music, and find the beat." She began nodding slightly to the beat to help, indicating with a finger that he should follow.

Rhythm he had. Try manipulating ten monofilament wires that can slice you into shreds without it. What he didn't have was practice with modern dancing, so he was a bit unsure. He nodded along with the beat and decided against some of the moves Victor had shown him in Empire Records - those were a bit much for a school dance with Nadia, but he began to move a bit with the music and watched her for hints for what to do next.

Seeing he had the beat down pretty well, she started tapping the rhythm on the tops of her thighs. "Then find the rhythm. Then you just do what feels right."

Here she started just stepping lightly from side to side to the rhythm. "Side to side works well for beginners. Step on the beat, bounce on the off, or do whatever you feel."

She gets her hips into it (she is Latin, after all) and lifts her arms up by her head, just moving with the hard beat of the music. "It's easy."

Walter nodded. The hip thing seemed to be ubiquitous, first Victor had shown him, and now Nadia, so he went with it. It must just be part of the way modern dancing was done.

For all the dancing he'd been doing, he was beginning to think he should take some classes.

Hip shaking, beat bouncing, minimal arm waving because that just doesn't seem all that guy-like, but Walter was having fun and grinning at Nadia.

Nadia was grinning back. Walter's moves might not seem guy like to a lot of Americans, but he'd fit right in in Buenos Aires. She added a little pivot turn to her steps and nodded approvingly (to the beat of the music, of course). "Good! Very good!"

"So you aren't going to mock me relentlessly?" he asked, mimicking the pivot turn before reaching out to take Nadia's hand and pull her into a ballroom-style spin before dipping her backwards.

Nadia's grin got just a touch shmoopy, and then it went a touch manic. "Nope!" she squeaked. "That I won't. Not for dancing, anyway."

"Good," Walter said, lifting her upright and taking a couple of steps back, still moving with the music. "I'm sure you'll find something else, right?" He was grinning broadly, definitely enjoying himself.

"I'm" she swallowed. "I'm sure I will." She danced back from him a bit. "I might need some more 'punch' after this song."

Walter nodded, "Good idea. We'll have to pounce on Pippi for the secret ingredient."

He looked up as the song drew to a close and gave Nadia a deep bow. "Thank you for the dance."

Re: Song: No Man's Woman - Sinead O'Connor

nadiathesaint - 2006-02-18 05:25 (UTC) - Expand

And of course, if Parker's going to drag someone onto the floor, it would be to a song like this. "Come on, Peter. Relaaaaax." She's grinning. "It's just fun. Lighten up."

"Yeah, along with everything else, I also have the proportionate dancing ability of a spider." Peter explained, "All legs and no clue what to do with any of them."

"Okay, shake it out, first." Parker pulled her shoulders up, let them drop, then relaxed. "Now come on. Right foot, side. Left foot, follow. Don't try to do anything with your hands yet." She grinned. "And sway!"

"Okay. But if I step hard on your feet or something, you can't say your weren't warned," Peter said, trying to follow along. "I've never really been one for dances or dancing really, so there's a terrible lack of experience here."

"We all have to learn sometime. And if you do it now? You won't have to take lessons from some guy named Geraldo." Parker shook her head as Peter tilted back and forth like a Weeble. "Okay, you're dancing like a toddler. But, you're not actually three, so, try to get *some* hip action into it, okay?" She put her hands on his shoulders, and made him stop. "Okay. Follow my feet. Forward. Back. Side. Forward. Back. Side."

"Do you actually know a dance instructor named 'Geraldo'?" Peter said, trying to follow. Despite possessing great speed, strength, and agility, he was definitely a white boy. "This would be much easier if someone was shooting at me."

Parker couldn't help laughing at that. "No, I don't know a Geraldo, but I've met his cousins. Come on. Shoulders! Left, right!" She stepped back, and and did it herself-- shoulder-hip-foot, spin, down. "Come on, just-- loosen it up a little." She grinned. "Do what I do!"

"What? I'm loose! Ish. Kinda. Okay." Peter continued to follow Parker's lead. He was getting more used to it and it wasn't looking as bad as when he started, but rhythm was still a visitor from a distant land.

Parker was still snickering. "You have to start somewhere. Hey, can you twist?" She did the move herself, at half-speed. "C'mon. Basic move. One half goes one way, the other half in the other direction. Not *too* hard."

I don't wanna be no man's woman
I've other work I want to get done
I haven't traveled this far to become
No man's woman
No Man's woman

"I'm sure I can do it, in theory." Peter did something that approximated Parker's move. "I swear, I'm a better slow dancer. But you're not witnessing that, too, tonight."

Giggling, Parker said, "Okay, you really weren't kidding, were you?" She shook her head. "Close your eyes, and sway, guy. I won't let you run into anything, I promise. Just don't bob your head!"

Peter knew that he couldn't possibly run into anything, but that much was still secret. He didn't want to let anyone know about his trump card, just in case.

"Fine. Eyes closed. No bobbing of the head. Just swaying." This actually improved his dancing dramatically.