For that night's dance, the last dance of the conference, Amy and I were more resolved than ever to talk to Y and Z and dance with them. This would be our last chance of the conference to get together with our true loves, and besides that our other prospects hadn't really panned out.
The beginning of the dance didn't offer us any more obvious openings than the previous two dances had. We realized that we didn't really have much choice in the matter: if we wanted to talk to them, we were just going to have to get up the nerve and walk over to them and start talking. It shouldn't be so hard! People just walk up to other people they know and start conversations every day. Why couldn't we bring ourselves to do it?
We figured that some compliments about the scripture chase would be a good place to start, but before approaching them we decided to try to prepare some clever and witty comments that we could have on hand. Unfortunately even after a good chunk of the dance had passed, we still hadn't thought of anything witty.
After a while we noticed that we couldn't find Y and Z in the dance hall anymore, so we went out into the hallway to look for them. When we discovered where they were, we realized that our luck had changed. Y and Z were sitting out in the foyer having a conversation with Dan, Andrew, April, Cookie, and Steve (another guy from our ward). This was perfect because there was no reason at all why we couldn't just walk up and join right into their conversation.
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