“You guys have nothing on me!” Trina was back, but with Riley literally hanging on to her coattails. “Watch this!”

“Oh, boy.” Megan playfully rolled her eyes as Trina gestured to her to get the camera ready.

“Wait, wait, wait!” Riley let go of Trina’s coat hem and made her way, clumsily, to the guardrail. “I didn’t say go fast!”

We grinned to ourselves and gave Trina the stage. She pushed off slowly but elegantly and took a wide turn and came back toward us before turning off again.

“She’s making a figure eight! See it?” Lily pointed at the lines Trina’s blades had etched into the ice.

“Whoa! I did not expect that,” Megan said when Trina joined us again, taking a bow midglide.

“Okay, me next, me next!” said Riley, raising her hand like she was in class.

We all looked at each other. “Uh, are you sure, Riley?”

A new guest DJ must’ve just reported to work, because the holiday music disappeared, and the next song was more pop with a sick bass.

“I love this song!” Riley clapped and bobbed up and down in place. She boldly skate-walked closer to the railing, her arms pumping. When she was close enough to grab the railing with both hands, she began hopping and landing on the toe of one skate and the heel of another. On the spot she invented and then repeated the most intricate footwork I’d seen in a while. Riley’s moves drew a small crowd.

“Fancy!” Lily cupped her hands to her face and shouted in her direction.

I gave Riley a gloved high five when she was done, a little breathless but still triumphant.

“Megan, you want to give that a try on solid ground?” I asked her.

She looked like she wanted to tie my sneaker laces to each other. “No, thanks.”

Then I heard the beginning notes of something that made my heart sink for a moment. Brought back bad memories. Then I saw all of the younger kids scream and race to the center of the rink.

“What even is this?” complained Megan, leaning on the guardrail.

“That’s the Bumblebee song,” I said.

“The what?” Riley asked.

“It’s a trendy song,” I said. “The Bumblebee. I’ll show you how to do it. It’s a line dance thing.” I faced everybody and started the dance from whatever move I remembered most. The more I got into it, the more of the dance I remembered.

Lily and Trina joined in, and we swayed in sync for a few more cycles before Riley felt comfortable enough to join in too. Megan watched from the guardrail as I went through the line dance, step by step. I repeated and repeated it again. Across the rink, a larger group had formed in a line, and they were Bzz, bzz, bzz-ing away.

“When I get back home, I’m going to show everyone I know that dance,” Riley said.

“I think this is fun,” I decided. Sure, it was cheesy, but I was happy that they liked the dance as much as I’d thought they would. “It’s not fun,” complained Megan from the sidelines.