I smile, "Well then you won't have to worry about that anymore," I smile, "When I was little, my mom taught me how to. She was amazing," I set his hands on my hips. "Move to the music," I smile wider and rest my arms on his shoulder.
All you need is faith, trust, and a little bit of pixie-dust!
I’d heard he had started a fistfight in one of the seedier local taverns because someone had insisted on saying the word “utilize” instead of “use". — Patrick Rothfuss, A Wise Man's Fear
