Waiting

I was promised a dance and I intend to have it 
I will wait for the music to match the steps I have planned out 
While turns are taking 
I am waiting

I hear the notes from the band 
I heck will play them at my free time 
The sways and plie's 
The counts and the flushes
Patiently my feet must match the count

And when the conductor moves his Baton 
I know that gesture all too well 
Raising to take this dance 
And the pianist misses the score 
Saving the situation the conductor calls a medley

And I was ready to take my dance 
my feet was counting 
But now I stand like one tired of sitting but not waiting 
But the sheet has to go one more round 
Before I can step out again to claim my dance

But I know this well so I can tell 
This time will come 
This dance will  be danced
I know both the dancer and the conductor 
The crescendo is around the corner

Here it is. In time 
As the metronome clocks in 
In the husk of my counting tongue 
"May I have this dance? "