I smile, "Well then you won't have to worry about that anymore," I smile, "When I was little, my mom taught me how to. She was amazing," I set his hands on my hips. "Move to the music," I smile wider and rest my arms on his shoulder.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
"I wish we could all get along like we used to in middle school... I wish I could bake a cake filled with rainbows and smiles and everyone would eat and be happy..." — Unnamed Girl from "Mean Girls"
