My dad loved Motown.
David enjoyed classic pop rock.
Dad and I used to dance in the living room, he would be singing, I would be trying to find my rhythm, or borrow his by standing on his feet.
David once showed me how he danced. It looked more like walking, but the bravery to demonstrate on our first date was appreciated. So was the laughter.
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