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!
“And how shall I think of you?' He considered a moment and then laughed. 'Think of me with my nose in a book!” — Susanna Clarke, Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell