Chapter 29 - Henrik

I want to let you know that I am NOT a dancer. Mom tried hard to teach me at least basic dance steps, not to embarrass the family at balls. I’ve stepped on my share of toes because no one would accept when I told them I could not dance. I’m not sure why it’s surprising that a guy my size isn’t a good dancer. Gunnar usually mucks it up, too, but he does it intentionally to get out of dancing.

As a singer, I can read sheet music and follow a beat and rhythm, but singing differs from dancing. My feet can’t follow the beat, so I tend to stand still or walk when singing. So, I was sure my part of this ‘show’ wasn’t nearly as entertaining to Zoe. At least she didn’t comment on the obvious difference in skills. I could remove my clothes, but not with all the showy dance steps.

‘You’re doing fine. So, stop overthinking.’ Gunnar said in our link.

‘Easy for you to say, twinkle toes.’ I snorted and nearly tripped on my own feet while taking off my pants. ‘See.’

‘Heads or tails?’ Gunnar ignore