Tuesday, February 19, 2013
When A Really Good Song Comes On. (250=1, Story 19)
When A Really Good Song Comes On.
Your body whips into gear. First to react is your heart, which is usually a person waiting in line in a supermarket, perusing the tabloids, but suddenly is that same person back 10 minutes before when he realized he had enough to buy ice cream this week.
Your heart tells your arms: Move. Your arms are the class president and glee club director. They are always doing something and happily help out.
Your arms ask your legs to get into the action. Your legs are the old man at the bus stop. Uninterested.
Your brain is actually last to get into the scene. Your brain is a bouncer at the door keeping people out, and is at the same time the group of girls begging a way in.
Finally: dance. Even the old man of your legs is in. You stand up and you jam out, probably with an air guitar. You do that Chuck Berry thing across the room.
Your wife comes in, sees you. Without a word, she walks up and dances with you. If you had kids, they would think you were lame if they were old enough, but they would dance if they were young enough, or they would have kids of their own if they were already the age you were when you had them.
But you do not have kids. So you are neither lame nor fun to dance with. That is why you need the song.
In 250=1, I write stories that are exactly 250 words long, including the title. Click here for a listing of all the others like this.