The first thing I thought of when putting together this outfit, was the song “I’m blue, dabedidabedai” by Eiffel 65. From the nineties? You don’t remember? Well, I do, like it was yesterday. Me, in my pink ribbon pyjamas, in front of the tv, showing off my best dance moves to my mum and dad (best audience ever). Or in other words, moving from left to right. I was killing it.
Come on, Eline. Let’s go dancing. For me always my favourite part of the night. Especially when there are a few who have been drinking. There’s always a person A, who plays safe, with the typical Bend-and-Snap (watch Hitch), while we also have person B who refuses to move (very smart move, he’s not making a fool of himself) and then we have person C who really throws himself out there, probably burning more calories than someone who just ran on the treadmill for half an hour.
I’m part of the I’ll-just-move-we’ll-see crew. Especially the arms. I’m an arms person. Only problem with that is, if the music stops, I look like I’m possessed, or as if I’m imitating a helicopter. I’ve always had respect for those people who can really dance, like people who can breakdance of twerk. Maybe in a next life?