These People Dancing in a Car Park After a Steps Gig Are the Best of Us

We're living in what feel like pretty dark times right now, both literally (I personally have forgotten what daylight looks like, thank you English winter), and figuratively. The news is in a state of perma-badness wherever you look, and honestly my reaction to it all has mostly just been a very strong desire to wrap myself up in my duvet like a giant sausage roll and not come out until March.

But, there are some out there more courageous than me. There are good, British people who, in the face of it all, will brave the terrible weather, make their way down to the Leeds First Direct Arena, get leathered at a Steps concert, and then perfectly perform the music video choreography to the band's 1998 single "One For Sorrow" (presumably blaring out of a Vauxhall Astra) in the car park afterwards. They exist. They're heroes.

As captured on film by a Victoria Farrell-Aeria, and shared by Capital Radio's Pete Allison, here are the people we should be looking to, to lead us in times of darkness:

If the people of the First Direct Arena car park were the Pussycat Dolls, this man would be their Nicole Scherzinger. Have you ever seen anyone serve their choreography this hard? Let me ask again: have you ever seen anyone serve their choreography this hard in a polo shirt? There is no Madonna; there is no Gaga; there is only this man, who has left it all on the floor. The fifth floor, of the car park.

This man knows every single dance move; ever gesture, every beat. The "One for Sorrow" music video is seared onto his brain, and in these few brief moments, he is become it. Also his mate is filming because it makes for quite a funny IG story really doesn't it?

He didn't even fucking want to go to the Steps concert. He's only come because Kelly let you down at the last minute, alright, and he didn't want you going on your own. But he is not going to enjoy it; he is going to sit in his tiered seat while you get up and dance during "Stomp," clutching his plastic pint cup and looking unimpressed in his masculine cardigan. But of course, precisely a song-and-a-half in, he too is infected by Steps' pop bug. He's up giving it laldy, joining in with the "Tragedy" actions like he's been doing them his entire existence. And he's doing "One for Sorrow" here, while you wait for him in the car.

If you will allow me to be extremely sincere for a minute, pop music literally exists because of girls. It gives girls a space to be themselves and to enjoy something for the sake of enjoying it, in a world which doesn't really let them do that much. It's a beautiful thing, exemplified marvellously by these two here, who probably weren't even born when Steps were originally about. I feel like a mum saying this but: it really is just lovely.

Anyway yeah give these people awards; give Victoria, wherever she is, an award for capturing it; they are the best of us and we should all be more like them. I'm going to listen to "One for Sorrow" and try to remember the dance moves. Because maybe in Steps, there is salvation.

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