Our First Forever Dance

The story behind this song

The band counts in, the lights drop low, and two hundred turned chairs somehow vanish all at once. Her dress still smells like the morning's steam; the pins are still fussed into her hair. She steps out of her shoes onto the parquet and laughs against his collarbone, and the room goes quiet as a held breath.

Fifty years on, a kitchen radio will stumble onto this and they'll push back the chairs and find the exact same sway. For the couple wanting three minutes that belong to absolutely no one else.