Dressed up, more nervous than I’d ever been,
Walked in the room, he was red like his hair.
More anxious than his cute one-sided grin.
Pictures with both of our families there.
We climbed into the car, tried to keep cool,
I was excited, happy, and nervous.
Taped up in my dress as we reached the school.
That night every girl looked like a princess.
There we stood, waiting in line for pictures.
Waiting and waiting we were almost done.
Listening to each of the songs’ meters.
Too many people, yet it was still fun.
The crowds were something that we chose to chance.
We held each other close and then we danced.
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