Knock, Knock

Viennese Waltz: This Year's Love

Dancing the Viennese waltz, Joe Sugg and Dianne Buswell

I looked into Joe's eyes at the start of the dance, the smoke around us creating a really romantic atmosphere. I mean, he's a hopeless romantic anyway, but the look in his eyes... it made me all fuzzy inside. I couldn't help but return that look, trying to convey with my eyes, I love you. I'm proud of you to him.

I took a deep breath just before our first step. I knew that whatever happened in this dance, I'd still be so happy with how he performed. Even if he didn't get the technique right, he still got the essence of the dance spot on.

This year's love had better last

He spun me and then we seamlessly transitioned from gazing at each other into a perfect ballroom hold.

Heaven knows it's high time
I've been waiting on my own too long

I remember during the week Joe had been telling me that for so long he'd been wanting to be in a proper relationship with a girl. One who wanted /Joe Sugg/ and loved /Joe Sugg/ only, rather than ThatcherJoe and his success. Listening to those lyrics, I'm sure he could relate.

And when ya hold me like you do
It feels so right, oh now

I remember feeling so unsure of myself listening to those words in the run through after he'd opened up to me. Did it feel "so right" being with me? I do love him for who he is, after all, it wasn't ThatcherJoe that I was in love with. But did he know that?

It was as if he could hear what I was thinking about because he mouthed, "Love you."

I mouthed back, "I love you too."

Before I open up my arms and fall

As I went down into the contra check, I felt his shoulder pop up, but as I said, I didn't care. He was still getting the feel of the dance right.

Losing all control
Every dream inside my soul

Ooh, feel that pivot! Go on, Joe!

When you kiss me on that midnight street
Sweep me off my feet
Singing, 'Ain't this life so sweet?'

Go on, Joe. Kiss me. I dare ya, I thought, bringing my arms up towards his face. My left arm was around his neck and my right hand was at the back of his head. I carried on daring him to kiss me.

His eyes were saying, Don't tempt me.

This year's love had better last

It almost become too much for him. For a few bars our mouths were so close to each other we could have kissed just briefly. Go on. I could see he wanted to.

This year's love had better last

I could see how elated he was at the end of the dance. Relief washed across his face (did I say that right? Is that a thing?). Anyway, I could see the relief just after he tipped my head up. I was smiling so widely at him and he felt good in himself seeing it. I'm so proud of you, my eyes were saying.

There was so much love shining in his eyes, I could see he wanted to say it out loud, but we both knew the camera and microphones would get it. I knew, just like the other weeks, we'd settle things later.