Hold on to the Feeling

The last post was about the start of the wedding, this is about the perfect ending.

It was early Monday morning.  The first bus had already carried a number of guests back to the hotel, still more had driven home.  The dance floor had dwindled to a couple dozen at most.  The band had said its goodbyes, sang its last song, and we all cheered.  The lights came on.

But Allison's brother and a couple of friends were still up for dancing.  "One more song!  One more song!  One more song!"  It started slowly, then picked up steam as the chant reverberated throughout the room.  We stomped and clapped, then slowed again once we realized that the sound guy had already unplugged all the instrument.

The band shrugged at us helplessly, "we have no sound," they said.  But the guys didn't give up.  And finally, the band gave in.  

"I guess we'll have to do this a capella." 

I was skeptical how they'd give us a song to dance to without any back up.  They were a great band, but it was way beyond my bed time.  I had long changed into flip flops.  But then the singers stepped into the center of the floor--

Just a small town girl,

living in a lonely world-

We hooted.  We gathered in a circle.  We put our arms around each other.  We jumped up and down.  It was very difficult doing all these things at once.  But mostly, we belted our hearts out (or, in my case, belted, lip synced, and mumbled).  

Best. Ending. Ever.