Swing. That was what we did every time we danced. We'd grab hands and swing each other around with all our might, laughing all the while. Everyone made sure to stay clear when we hit the floor. Once, he dropped me. It was unexpected, a fluke. We were swinging, like always, when, suddenly, he let go. All i felt beneath me was the cold hard floor. After that incident, we stopped swinging for a while. We'd get onto the dance floor, and everyone would run clear, but all we'd do was kinda sway and maybe do a little hip-hop. After a little while, everyone felt safe enough to start dancing within an eight feet radius of us. Then, one day, we swung again. It was again, a fluke, just a spur of the moment jump back to what we'd always done. We hadn't warned anyone, just started swinging.