Viva La Quince

So one of the girls I like is having a quinceanera in June and my friend asked me if I got invited because she invited a couple of guys on her bus and was pushed to invite him. So then he calls me up and asks and I said I wish I did get invited. She didn't want to invite him, I know that much. But then I wonder though, I'd be one of 3 or 4 white guys there while everyone else is Hispanic. I'd get scared. And we got to talking because I would honestly want to go and just to mess around. You know, gangnam style and twerk against a wall. He got invited to be a dancer on her court, something I'd feel honored to be. We were talking about the other girl I like, who he thinks I'm only second to another guy for her. She hasn't had a quinceanera yet and I hope I get invited to that one. It would be nice until I start dancing. If I ended up dancing with her I'd totally screw up though. I've never danced with a girl before, and barely hug people, and especially at something as momentous as a quinceanera I would screw up. Knowing me I'd probably accidentally grab her ass and get kicked in the nuts and then slapped. I'd love to be invited though, it'd feel special to me. I doubt that I'd get to dance with her though, I mean I feel close to the one I've loved for a while and my friend sees it the same way. But when I talk to her I get reminded that she and I aren't going anywhere. But oh well, I'll see how things play out.