the music started up, a tune, and rhythm, that she didn’t know. Tom grinned, and took her by both hands and launched them into the dance.
She did her best to follow him, but she didn’t know this dance at all, and it was very quick. Luckily, most of the others there seemed to know it quite well, and pretty much everyone had joined in (even the short, stout lass was snatched up by a taller but stouter New Irish Middy, and whirled violently into the melee without even a preliminary tap), and there was nothing particularly complicated, and certainly nothing exact, about the steps… which seemed to consist of moving very quickly one way, stamping your feet, and moving very quickly the other way… all the while trying, and all too often failing to avoid running into other dancers.
A few seconds into the dance someone started singing, in New Irish, and the dance got even wilder as about half the crowd joined in. The steps got, not faster per se, but more violent. She was glad she had worn so many petticoats as skirts all over the room were flying wildly each time the couples would stop.
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Wild Dance: Podcast Version