Megan was still suitably impressed that Olivia played guitar. “A bit” was one more bit than Megan could play. “I wish I could play. I am terrible at it. I tired a few times but I get…distracted too easily,” she explained with a laugh. That was like a lot of things with Megan; she was a bit of a flake.
“Maybe,” she responded slyly. Looking around, she found the normal mix of dancers that seemed to be at every teenage party; people who could dance and people who couldn’t, people who were self conscious and those that weren’t. Pretty much the first category didn’t matter, only the second did and the people who weren’t self conscious looked fine and that was it. Megan fell into that category, she couldn’t dance but she didn’t care.
Starting to dance, Megan was sure to be close to Olivia. “Dance often?” she asked, wondering what category Olivia would fall into.