(BlogFest2012 prompt: Do you sit back, or are you the life of the party? submitted by Jenn)
Emma Rose stood against the railing, near the entrance of the pub, wishing she wasn't such a quiet girl. All her friends always speak up for her, telling people she's shy, that she doesn't talk much. And the fact that her hair hangs over her downcast eyes, and that she is always wearing loose fitting clothes that cover her great figure really doesn't help. She knows there is so much more to her than meets the eye, but Emma Rose is always playing the part of the wall flower. The girl who sits back and lets others entertain her with their antics.
Yet, tonight, she wishes something would happen, something great, to pull her out of her shyness.
Suddenly, a guy she'd never seen before grabbed her hand and led her to the dance floor. She tried dragging her feet, but he just pulled her along. His eyes were sparkling, and his smile was a mile wide, which encouraged Emma to follow him. This is it. Your chance, she told herself, as he led the way.
The tall, lanky guy wrapped his right arm around her waist, and linked his other hand with hers. Together they spun around the disco-ball-induced arena. Emma laughed as her hair spun wildly behind her. She was having so much fun, that she didn't notice her friends, as they slipped through the door, walking into the bar.
They looked in the direction of the loud laughter, wondering who the beautiful, lively girl was. Mouths opened, jaws dropped, just as the girls were wondering where Emma Rose had been hiding this never-seen-before energetic, upbeat girl.
Wall flower or not, thought Emma Rose, tonight, I am the life of the party.