At Newtown co-ed boarding school, the Supper Dance was the most important social highlight of the term. Fourth formers were given the opportunity to decorate the old gym and deejay the song set. I left in Third form and so missed both those opportunities…
The supper dance, the supper dance!
the one day that i got a chance
to shine at co-ed boarding school,
for once this dunce was almost cool.
Colour-clueless boys acted nice,
sorely needed sartorial advice;
dullard dressers, more than few,
trusted eye, style-critical nous.
Couples queued at old gym doors,
soles slip-tested soap-flaked floors;
Fourth Formers chose the grooves,
my fallible feet made foolish moves.
Balloons floated in fishing nets above,
Motown melodies, sweet puppy love;
disco-ball sparkled dark large room,
seventies songs, speaker stack boom.
Emotional excitement, girly glamour;
hammering heart, request stammer,
risk of rejection, grasped slight chance,
satisfied smiles, slow number dance.
Rainbow strobe, bright teenage eyes:
naieve hopes, romanced realised;
luxury supper half way through,
dark-corner couples stole a kiss or two.
Hopeful hearts possibly broken,
prized sweet words, romance-token;
lights-on time, concluded the date,
will beauty bloom or balloon deflate?