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DANCING ON THE THAMES
A familiar tune distracted me in mid-sentence. I excused myself and ran upstairs. The dance floor was empty. "Who will dance with me?" The DJ replied, "I will."
While we danced on the boat hired for the occasion, I rattled off my list of oldies. ABBA? Cyndi Lauper? Opus? Orchestra Maneuvres in the Dark? the theme from Flash Dance?
Before long, my mid-twenties' colleagues joined me on the floor. The DJ went off to play my requests. These songs took me back to the first time I danced on the Thames.
Suddenly, the guy who was watching the girls pulled me into his arms. He led me into a close merengue. Then he spun me out in a ceroc move. Other dancers moved back to watch. We soon fell into a rhythm, to the music and to each other. It was rock and roll, jitterbug, disco rock, ceroc, salsa, all mixed together. Finally, he twirled me to a pause - a ritardando, diminuendo lambada embrace.
After I caught my breath and came out of shock, I asked him, "Where did you learn to dance like that?"
No wonder he just sits and watches the girls dance.
Dance like no one's watching:
Girls just wanna have fun
What a Feeling!
Life is Live