In a Dancer's Car

It was another rush day that I had to do so many things but dance. It was pretty irritating when I had to do a lot of work in a very limited time without having a chance dancing. For my light head for a Friday like this, I wear my chestnut scheme color to kick start a day. After parking at the university fence, I started looking for matching shoes. And the devil began laughing.

My white polka dots on black shoes looked so funny on my today's dress both style and colors. My brown shoes were removed from my car many days ago when I had to drive across town with load of bags and thingy. The other options were not very good either. All I had in my car were dance shoes; 5-inch high glass-like heel stripper's shoes, flat flimsy black leather jazz shoes, pure white jazz shoes, and glittery Latin dance shoes!

What a day!

Dance shoes only meant for dancing. I don't wear dance shoes for other purposes if not necessary. Well it was only 4 hours away before I had to run home for changing my dress to wedding reception. I finally wore polka dots and really felt funny. At least my feet were comfortable and my dance shoes were saved for the dances.

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