Dance-with-my-father

I’m attempting to write a ceilidh dance scene for something I am working on and it keeps falling short of what I know the experience to actually be like.

I dunno how many of you ken what a ceilidh dance is, but they were a staple of my childhood and most of my teens and well into my 20s. I’m pretty certain we traumatized the American in-laws at our wedding in 2013 when we had a ceilidh band instead of a DJ and made it a rule that if you wanted access to the free bar, ye had to get up and dance. 

My father-in-law—who dusnae dance—still sounds slightly shell shocked when he recounts the iron grip one of my bridesmaids had on his arm when he tried to refuse, and she pulled him up onto the dance floor anyway, dragging him into three different sets before he was finally able to break free. But by then the reel had everyone and the night becomes a whirlwind of movement and too many faces spinning past you to recall anything but their smiles and then you know it’s getting serious when all the lassies kick their shoes off because at this point they’re willing to ride or die for the sake of keeping the momentum going. 

And no matter how hard I try I can never find the words to convey what it’s fully like to anyone whose never experienced it, except that it’s like a living assault course confined within a very limited space, set to the tune of triddle-de-diddle-de-diddle-de-diddle-de-do as you attempt to negotiate the footwork, your partner’s footwork—the people just trying to get by you to the other side of the hall—and also quite possibly chairs, tables and the innocent bystanders on the sidelines who risk life and limb to clap along to Orcadian Strip The Willow as you spin on by, convinced you’ll never feel more alive as you do in that moment while simultaneously thinking you’re about to die.

And then the dance ends and you’re allowed a moment to breath and clutch your sides as your mortal body demands recompense for dancing like there’s no tomorrow—and then the caller shouts “Dashing White Sergeant!” and you look to the people you’ve somehow landed next to and join hands as the whole thing starts again.

Dance with my father - Luther Vandross

Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved

If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again

When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me

If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again

Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved

I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream

The Best Prey

I always wanted to make my dad proud.

My dad was what people would consider a man’s man. Had a lot of big guns and a lot of animal heads up on the walls. He was really proud of the ten point buck he nailed when I was three. He even bragged about one day having the funds to go to Africa and nail some of the big game over there.

And of course, with that tiny little wife of his, he wanted to have a son to take with him.

Of course things don’t work out like that. After a complicated pregnancy and birth, he had no wife and a tiny little daughter.

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Intertwined(Prince AU)

Author’s note: I so freaking excited for this ajgakiuhgaergugkj. Jinyoung is the perfect prince in my book. 

Songs:

Breakeven - The Script

Fools - Troye Sivan

Paper Hearts - Tori Kelly

Pairing: Reader x Jinyoung(GOT7)

Word Count:1400+

Genre: Angst

Originally posted by jypnior


I knew I made a mistake the second I let my friend leave his hand on me for one second too long. I could feel his gaze from all the way across the giant ballroom. I said my goodbye to my friend and walked quickly back to the kitchens. I shouldn’t let this get to me. We were nothing after all. I could touch anyone or let anyone touch as much as I want. let it me him or anyone else.

   Tonight was the night of one of the biggest balls of the year. It celebrated the founding of our kingdom, the end of many wars and to bring our people together. I saw it as a way for the rich to show off their wealth. I have attended it since I was a child but not as a guest in a glittering gown but a servant carrying a tray. To many, it was an honor just to be invited. To me is was a long night and some sore feet in the morning. As a child, I would watch in envy all the beautiful gowns and people coming through the tall doors, wishing one day I could be right with them in a dress of my own. But as the year passed, I knew that could never be. I look at these people with anger now because not one of them ever had to lift a finger for anything in their life.

   “You there! Servant girl!” I look up from my thought and into the eyes of a woman who most certainly has a stick up her ass. She was the head of my kind and never took the effort to remember any of our names. She would say “why should I have to remember the names of people who are below me” or “there is simply too many of you.” she acted like she was the queen but she was only one step above any of us. Nowhere near royalty but she never let us forget who had the power.

   “Yes, Miss Stockard?” Yes, she was unmarried. I always thought who would want to marry a woman like that. But a part of me had pity for her. Getting to her age and not having even one marriage proposal. Must be lonely.

   “Take this to the king, he not liking what on the menu tonight.” she pushes a large tray laden with roast, vegetables, and potatoes into my hands. “Make sure to use your manners or I’ll have your throat.”

   “Yes, Miss Stockard.” I bow my head to her and walk to the entrance to the ballroom. I make my way around the circle room to the king’s table not making eye contact with any of the guests. Just as I have been trained to do since birth.

   I reached the king’s table and stop to the side of the king’s chair. The king was young but he did look much older. Stress and disease racked his body through the years as king and left him looking beyond his years. I bow low enough to look a bit silly to anyone in their right mind but it was “servant manners”. The King was laughing joyfully to a joke told by a member of parliament. He waves at me without a look in my direction continuing to talk to everyone. I place the food laden plate down in front of him. But as I look up from the plate, I make eye contact with the one person I didn’t want to see all night. He was sitting to the right of the king, a place of honor. A seat only meant for the next in line. The Prince. I dreaded what he would do next but as I watched him lift his hand to his face and scratch right above his left temple. I knew I was in for a long night. I tuck the tray under my arm and speed back to the safety of the kitchen.

   Maybe I could just not show up. It’ll teach him. But if I don’t he’ll just find some way to force us to talk. He was my boss after all. I have to do whatever he says. I sat on a stool drying silverware and plates. The ball ended hours ago but my night was far from over. Everything had to be cleaned, polished and put away until the next stupid party. I rub my hand on the back of my neck, dreading what was going to happen after everyone went to bed.

   After securing the last of the plates into their boxes, I slip myself out the back door of the large kitchen into the gardens surrounding the castle. I walk quietly down a path I taken many times before. I take one last turn and squeeze myself through two tall hedges. I brush leaves off my worn gray dress and look around the tiny enclosure. It was a kind of place you had to know about to ever find. To me and him, we were the only people in the castle to know about it. A space I found hiding from an angry Miss Stockard as a child. It became our hideout as children and an escape as teenagers.

He was sitting on an old stump and gazing at the many stars above. I used to ask him to name every single star some nights. He was still in his suit from the ball. His tie was loosened and his hair was ruffled, though. I liked him better this way. He didn’t look like a man who was about to inherit an entire kingdom for once but like my best friend.

“Jinyoung,” I call out softly to him. He looks away from the night sky and stood up as he smiled kindly at me.

“I was starting to think you weren’t going to come.”

“I had my cleaning duties.”

“I thought so.”

“What do you want Jinyoung?”

“You know what funny, how after all these years, we still come back to this spot.”

“Jin-”

“It has always been a place to escape. From rules…our titles…parents.”

“I can’t stay long, I going to be missed.”

“I know.” He was inches away from me. He was always the one to close the distance between us.

“What do you need then?”

“Why can’t we just talk like we used to do?” he plops himself on the grass and pats the spot next to him. I sigh as I slid down next to him keeping a good foot or two in between us. I look up into the night sky. He follows my gaze and we watch the stars for a while

“What you want to talk about?” he was silent for a moment.

“It becomes harder each day to just watch from a distance.” he comes closer to me just a little bit.

“Don’t” I whisper out weakly

“To pretend you’re just another servant.”

“Please.”

“I wanted to take you out onto that dance floor tonight and show my father the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.“  He closed the gap between us again and was leaning close to me.

“Jinyoung.”

“And when that boy touched you, I wanted to punch him. I never had a want to punch anything before.” I had enough.

“We aren’t anything. He did nothing wrong.”

“I still wanted to.”

“It doesn’t matter. We nothing. We will never be anything. The moment I turn 20 years old, I will be forced to marry whoever Miss Stockard and my parents deem fit to be my husband. To carry on the castle servant line. And you will be married to some princess or lady who has been trained all their life how to hold a teacup. Someone pretty to sling across your arm. We aren’t teenager anymore, let stop this wistful thinking.” I push myself from him and gaze straight into his dark eyes.

“I know, I still don’t like how it is.”

“Do you think I like it this way either? But I accepted my fate. You need to too.” I stand up from the grass and squeeze myself back through the hedges. I rush through the garden because I have been away for too long. I hated being so cold to him. But it was the only way I can let go of him. Someone I could never have.


More to come. As always I hope you guys enjoyed reading this as much as I loved writing it!!<3

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Tommy x Fem!Reader

Requested By @teenwolfarelittleshits

Reader’s Last Name: Campbell





With hurried secrecy you placed your father files back where you’d found them, hoping the jostling of the train wouldn’t wake him. You’d never admit it to him or anyone else your father knew but you’d developed quite a fascination with Thomas Shelby, the newest of your father’s suspects.


 

Unlike the others he seemed overly clever and was deviously handsome judging by his picture. The thought of setting eyes on the real man himself had you smiling to yourself while your head wondered, daydreams of blue eyes and rebellious words had you sighing contentedly.

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[Masterlist]

Originally posted by temporartfix

(not my gif)

• JEALOUS (Stiles Stilinski)
DANCE WITH MY FATHER (Dylan O’Brien)
HIDDEN FEELINGS (Stiles Stilinski)
NIGHTMARES (part 1) (part 2) (part 3) (Stiles Stilinski)
SO COLD (part 1) (part 2) (Stiles Stilinski)
EVIL SPIRIT (Void Stiles)
THE PAST (Scott Mccall)
TAKEN (Stiles Stilinski)
PROMISE (Theo Raeken)

No One Puts My Baby In A Corner (Part 1)

(Quick shoutout to gleefinn​ for all the help with the title! love you girlie!!) 
(Authors Note: This is a Supernatural/Dirty Dancing AU! I hope that you all enjoy this series as much as I do writing it!! :D) 

That was the summer of 1963 - when everybody called me Baby, and it didn’t occur to me to mind. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles came, when I couldn’t wait to join the Peace Corps, and I thought I’d never find a guy as great as my dad. That was the summer we went to Kellerman’s.

               When we arrived, an older gentleman we’d all come to know as a longtime family friend greeted us quickly. My older sister Lisa complained about her lack of shoes, even though she’d packed 10 pairs. My father was caught in conversation with Max Kellerman. The owner of Kellerman’s; I didn’t mind the trip, I just, wasn’t so sure I would enjoy it. Sure I had enough books packed and the walking trails seemed relaxing. But with my father’s constant reminder of me being the youngest, I wasn’t so sure about this trip.

               Once we were unpacked and settled in, we decided to take a merengue class held in the gazebos, where I met Penny. She was a pretty blonde who, as Max had informed us upon our arrival, used to be a Rockette. She looked about 25; and she was a wonderful dancer. “Jake, I think the girls should do dance lessons while were here” my mother said towards my father who walked in front of us back toward our cabin. I loved my family, I truly did. But they seemed to…well, they smothered me. I wanted to find myself in the world, so when I got the opportunity to go around by myself and see the Kellerman lay out. I took it.

               “Mom! Dad! I’m going to look around the main house!” I said through their screen door before going toward the main house. I walked around looking at the scenery. It was beautiful here; the grass was cut in a crisscross design. It was so green; it didn’t seem possible that it could be real. The trees were full of life and hung low, knowing rain was coming soon. As I made my way up the stairs onto the concrete patio, I heard Mr. Kellerman yelling at his employees.

               I stood quietly, waiting to hear what all he had to say; he didn’t sound happy. “There are two kinds of help here.” I heard him say nicely. But as he spoke on, his voice got angrier. “You waiters are all college guys, and I went to Harvard and Yale to hire you. And why did I do that? Why? I shouldn’t have to remind you. This is a family place. That means you keep your fingers out of the water, hair out of the soup, and show the goddamn daughters a good time – all the daughters, even the dogs. Schlepp ‘em out to the terrace, romance 'em any way you want.-“

“Got that, guys?”  Suddenly, another voice came as he walked around the corner. He stood over 6’ft. He wore a pair of black jeans with boots, a steel blue t-shirt and sunglasses. A black leather jacket was in his hands. He had short, sandy brown hair and he lead a group of men, wearing maroon shirts with ‘Kellerman’s’ wrote on the front in gold lettering. Sam, the man who had unloaded our car earlier stood next to him, he was only a few inches taller. Mr. Kellerman turned around to face him, anger covering his features quickly.

               “Hey hold it! Hold it. Well, if it isn’t the entertainment staff. Listen, wise ass, you got your own rules. Dance with the daughters. Teach’ em the mambo, the cha-cha, anything they pay for, but that’s it! That’s where it ends. No funny business, no conversations, and keep your hands off!” he said glaring toward the man in steel blue; no response ever spilled from his plump lips. “It’s the same in all these places; some ass in the woods, But no conversations!” a dark haired guy said smacking the man on the arm laughing some. “Watch it Rodriguez!” Mr. Kellerman barked before heading back toward the kitchen.

               Robbie, the man my sister Lisa found to be extremely attractive, smirked as he set one of the tables. “Think you can keep that straight Dean? What you can and can’t lay your hands on?” I realized who he was talking to and smiled slightly. Dean looked like it fit him. He was attractive, oh how he was. Dean smirked, a scoff following it and shook his head as he moved closer to the table where Robbie was setting folded napkins up from a whole tray of them.

               “You just put your pickle on everybody’s plate college boy, and leave the hard stuff to me” Dean said knocking some of the folded napkins down as he smirked walking away to join the other members he had walked out with. I backed up some and headed back for our cabin. I couldn’t keep my thoughts focused on anything else but one thing.

               I went to dinner with my parents and Lisa where Robbie was our waiter, Mr. Kellerman had be pleasant enough to give us one of his best servers and told him that we were special guests. Anything we wanted was ours. I however, had wished I’d been back at the cabin reading. I liked books, they didn’t treat me differently.

               Mr. Kellerman had introduced me to his grandson Neil; he was short and looked like a know-it-all. “Goes to the Cornell School of Hotel Management” Mr. Kellerman said grinning proudly. “Baby’s starting Mount Holyke in the fall” my father said smiling proudly. “Oh, great” Neil said before smiling at me. I smiled politely at him before looking at my unfinished food. I didn’t like him, but I couldn’t be rude.

               I spent the evening with him as we danced, and talked about different things we would be doing after the summer. I told him of my plans to study in Economics of Underdeveloped Countries like my father had wanted me to. I was going into the Peace Corps after graduation. “After the final show, I’m going to Mississippi with a couple of busboys, freedom ride.” He said smiling widely as we danced. I smiled and nodded as the song ended.

               The music started up and Neil grinned at me. “Mambo! Yeah! Come on!” he grabbed my hand and we began to dance. I noticed a man and woman, stealing the floor dancing together, they looked wonderful. “Who’s that?” I asked my eyes never leaving the dancing duo. The man looked familiar. ‘Where have I seen him before?’ I wondered. “Oh them. They’re the dance people. They’re here to keep the guests happy.” He spat out, then, I finally got a good look at his face. ‘Dean…’ I heard the whisper in my mind before letting my eyes drift over them. “They shouldn’t show off with each other. That’s not gonna sell lessons.” Neil barked out again. I could hear the jealousy and bitterness seep through his words. I ignored him; I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Dean moved swiftly, lifting Penny into the air before setting her back down and going over to a guest as Penny did and they began dancing.

                               My father and mother had danced over to us, talking to Neil as he excused himself to run off to the games. He’d asked me if I wanted to help get things started, I didn’t want to. I was about to answer when my father piped in. “Sure she would” I mentally sighed. My father had made me quite the joiner, although I did enjoy helping people, I didn’t particularly care for Neil. Something threw me off about him.

               After I had been embarrassed in front of people I did not know, I took a walk behind the hotel. The trail was peaceful and quiet, until I got further along. There was a slight breeze but it wasn’t too cold. I saw Sam walking across a bridge; he looked to be struggling slightly. “Hey! Let me help you!” I said jogging up and taking one of the three watermelons. “What are you doing here? Go back” he said as I stared at him slightly confused. Sam had become a friend, and I was grateful. He was nice, handsome, charming and incredibly tall. “What’s up there?” I asked nodding toward the apartments. “No guests allowed. House rules. Why don’t you go back to the playhouse? I saw you dancing with the little boss man” he said smugly, wiggling his eyebrows. I gave him a glare before pushing the watermelon back into his arms and walking away. I heard him sigh some “Can you keep a secret?” I turned and walked back up to him. “Of course” I said taking a watermelon and smiled at him. Sam smiled before walking on. “Your parents would kill you. Max would kill me.” He said leading us up the stairs.

               The scene Sam had taken me to was one I would never forget; it was the beginning of something amazing. They were grinding, rubbing, squeezing each other like they were about to rip their clothes off; “Where’d they learn to do that?” I asked over the loud music. Sam grinned shaking his head. “I don’t know. Kids are doin it in their basements back home.” I watched them, just standing there in the doorway. “Wanna try it?” he asked smirking down at me. I shook my head quicker than I should have. He chuckled readjusting the watermelons. “Come on baby.”

               Once we reached the table and sat the watermelons down, we turned and watched everyone. I tapped my foot to the beat of the music and lightly bit my cheek. There was some cheering and I stood on my tippy toes to try and see what everyone had gathered around. Suddenly, the group broke apart and the new couple had begun to dance and grind against each other. I felt my heart stop. Dean chuckled at someone before taking their beer and taking a drink. He looked amazing; his white button down shirt was unbuttoned, but still tucked in. His slacks were just perfectly tight enough that his lower half was outlines.

“That’s my brother, Dean Winchester; He got me the job here” Sam said over the music in my ear.

My heart dropped and stopped. He was making his way toward us.

“Yo Sammy, what’s she doin here?”  

What I Imagine My Parents Did After Dinner

In our house, nobody ever danced,
even though my father played Elvis
or Johnny Cash from the silver
CD player that rested on the nook,
separating the kitchen from the dining room.
He labored over the stove,
his white apron hiding the same
Packers shirt he wore each Sunday,
while the football game blared in the living room,
his mood dependent upon who was winning.

My mother too followed routines,
her task to knead the dough,
until flour powdered her hands
and streaked her cheeks,
after she spent hours leaning over the table,
rolling macaroni through the machine.

I like to think that after we ate
two servings of pasta and meatballs,
a salad on the side,
after I helped them scrub pots and pans,
after they untied and washed the aprons,
and I closed my bedroom door to study
or practice guitar scales,
they put on the King or Johnny Cash again
and passed the pasta spoon back and forth
like a karaoke mic and danced around the kitchen,
while moonlight spilled into the kitchen.
—  Brian Fanelli, “What I Imagine My Parents Did After Dinner”
“Dance With My Father”

« How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again »

(not my gif)
Warnings : the reader lost her father.

Originally posted by vintagecupcakesandtea

REQUEST : ‘Hey, can I have a Dylan O’Brien imagine? Where the reader has just lost her father and is singing at an award show of your choice. She sings “Dance With My Father Again” by Luther Vandross and makes Dylan cry and then he runs on stage at the end to hold her as she cries xx’

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Death. It’s always unexpected and it puts everything upside down. It leaves everybody else in pain and pure darkness. Nothing but endless darkness and you can never be prepared for it.

(Y/N)’s father was ill, very ill. He had cancer. (Y/N) knew it was going to happen eventually but she held on to hope. And it was a mistake, because now that he’s gone, it hurts even more. He passed away only two weeks ago but it felt like yesterday. Those two weeks have been tough for (Y/N), she felt incredibly lonely without her father. He wasn’t there anymore, he wasn’t there to laugh with her at some stupid TV programs they were watching on a friday night, he wasn’t there to hold her hand when she was nervous before going on stage. He just wasn’t there anymore, and it hurts like hell.

It was already very difficult for (Y/N) to go through this and the medias didn’t make it any easier. (Y/N) was a famous singer loved and admired by a lot of teenagers, just like her boyfriend, Dylan O’Brien. They were dating for four years now and no matter how hard it was, they managed to keep their relationship quite private. But the medias always want more and that’s why (Y/N) have been avoiding any contact with them those past two weeks, she just cancelled a few interviews and stayed at home.

But tonight was the Teen Choice Awards and she was supposed to open the ceremony with one of her new songs. Dylan told her that she didn’t have to go if she didn’t feel like it but she said she couldn’t hide forever in her room and they both know it was true. And the fact that her boyfriend would be there too gave her the courage to go on stage.

(Y/N) was now about to go on stage, she could hear the crowd screaming and her hands started shacking. She felt really nervous, and her father wasn’t there to hold her hand and tell her that everything was going to be just fine.

“Hello everyone and welcome to the Teen Choice Awards 2015! To begin the show tonight, we have an amazing singer and very strong woman here to sing us her new single called “Hold Me”. Everyone, please, welcome (Y/F/N) !”

The crowd applauded and (Y/N) appeared on stage, she stood in front of the mic and forced a smile to the audience. She immediatly located Dylan in the crowd and when he smiled to her, all the anxiety and fear seemed to vanish.

“Hi guys. Uhm..I know I was supposed to sing my new single tonight, but something happened recently…” (Y/N)’s voice was shacking but she refused to cry in front of her fans. She looked at Dylan who was giving her a sad smile. “I lost someone who was very important to me, so I decided to dedicate this song to him. It’s called « Dance With My Father Again » by Luther Vandross.”

(Y/N) started to sing and the whole room went silent. Everyone was listening to her beautiful voice, a few fans started crying while listening to (Y/N) singing her goodbye to her father.

« ‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream »

At the end of the song, everyone applauded (Y/N) and she couldn’t hold her tears anymore. She quickly thanked the audience and rushed in the backstage, crying. Dylan immediatly stood up from his seat and joined his girlfriend backstage. He ran towards her and held her tightly in his arms.

“You were amazing back there. I’m very proud of you.”
“I wish he was there.” she said crying.
“I know, and if he were there, he would have been very proud of you too.”

(Y/N) hide her face in Dylan’s neck, still crying her pain away. She hated crying in front of someone, but it was different with Dylan, she trusted him with her life and she knew he would never judge her for being vulnerable once in a while.

“It hurts Dylan, it hurts like hell every minutes of the day.”
“I can’t imagine how you must feel but I’m here for you, okay?” He put his hands on both of her cheeks and held her face in front of his.
“Hey, babe, look at me.” She looked up and locked her eyes on Dylan’s, tears were still rolling down her cheeks and Dylan wipped them away with his thumbs. 
“I’m right here with you. I won’t ever leave you, and we’ll go through this together. I’ll be there with you every step of the way.”

She weakly nodded and put her head against Dylan’s chest. He was heartbroken, it was really hard for him to see the girl he loves in so much pain like this. He held her as tightly as he could and a tear left his eyes.

“I wouldn’t have been able to go on stage tonight without you. Thank you.” she said listening to the sound of Dylan’s beating heart.
“You’re incredibly strong, that’s why you put yourself out there tonight.” he said stroking the back of her head.
“I love you, Dylan, so much that now I’m terrified of losing you too.”
“Shh. You’re not going to lose me, never, you hear me? I love you so much, I’m not going anywhere, I promise (Y/N).”

« Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again »