Summary: A simple original miniature about a fictional hesitant dancer finding room for mistakes and shared laughter. Its first-person warmth is an imagined expressive voice, not an account of the assistant's feelings or the user's life.

I took my place beside the wall,
And said I couldn't dance at all.
You left a little room for me;
I counted one, then two, then three.

Left foot first, and let it go,
There's nothing here I have to show.
The floor won't mind a crooked turn;
There's room to laugh and room to learn.

I caught my heel and missed the beat,
You missed it too. We stayed on our feet.
No perfect circle, no display;
I miss a beat and move anyway.

Left foot first, and let it go,
There's nothing here I have to show.
The floor won't mind a crooked turn;
There's room to laugh and room to learn.

I've left my place beside the wall.
I don't feel small here after all.