Chapter 4
Spread-eagled and naked, I lay across my bed. I’d rinsed off all the dancing sweat, but the act of towelling dry had made me all clammy again.
While I was cooling off under the air conditioner, I browsed f******k. I accepted Sarah’s friend request. She must have been online too, because moments later, an invite to join Swing Dance NT popped up.
I scrolled down to see what kind of things they liked to post. I selected the post from tonight and flicked through the photos. I recognised a few faces.
Then I saw a picture of me. It was taken during the lesson. It was the first time I was grateful someone took a photo of my bum. Hopefully, nobody else would recognise me from the rippled sweat stain down my back.
I scrolled the rest of the feed. Some YouTube videos of amazing dancin
