my dance with franco
last night my brother and meg took us all (the fams) to dinner and a show. the show we saw was "holiday show at the swing club" in a black box theatre on the 4th floor of this random building... there were probably about 80 people in the audience. we doubled as the audience at the swing club.
it was really "hip", set on new year's eve of 1943 at this swing club...so the music (live band) was phenomenal and the singing superb. did i mention there was dancing in the show as well?
after this one guy (frankie) sang "night and day" he came onto the dance floor and mentioned that he was looking for a dance partner... i didn't stand a chance. in fact, i almost feel as if i was set up.
our group sat in the second and third row of the audience - i was sitting on the center aisle, a seat which i would've sat in no matter where the rest of our party sat. why you ask? to further my likelihood of being chosen, probably...we were a group of 11...5 couples and me, and that seat happened to be in a group of 3 - the odd chair out. in the row in front of us were ladies around the age of 85. to combat these evils, as frankie walked towards us, i instinctively averted my eyes, pulling the "don't call on me" trick that works well in most educational environments. it didn't work last night. even with my eyes focused elsewhere, it was impossible to miss seeing him extend his hand to me.
being the gracious individual that i am (and since he was cute) (and since i thought it would be even more embarassing to deny him), i placed my hand in his and was led to the dance floor. he told me i danced like a professional (he lied). and i have to admit i was slightly disappointed that spins were minimal and it was a slow dance rather than swing.
afterwards, beth (meg's sis) asked if i got his number, kevin said i did a good job but that i tried to lead, dad said i should put dancing in the show on my resume, bets affirmed that he was indeed cute, and meg, beth and bets all informed me that i was beet red while dancing (in front of 80 people, might i add)
the actor's real name is franco, which is much more appealing than frankie to be sure.
the experience made me aware of two things: and if you decide to ask, i'll hopefully still remember what they are.
it was really "hip", set on new year's eve of 1943 at this swing club...so the music (live band) was phenomenal and the singing superb. did i mention there was dancing in the show as well?
after this one guy (frankie) sang "night and day" he came onto the dance floor and mentioned that he was looking for a dance partner... i didn't stand a chance. in fact, i almost feel as if i was set up.
our group sat in the second and third row of the audience - i was sitting on the center aisle, a seat which i would've sat in no matter where the rest of our party sat. why you ask? to further my likelihood of being chosen, probably...we were a group of 11...5 couples and me, and that seat happened to be in a group of 3 - the odd chair out. in the row in front of us were ladies around the age of 85. to combat these evils, as frankie walked towards us, i instinctively averted my eyes, pulling the "don't call on me" trick that works well in most educational environments. it didn't work last night. even with my eyes focused elsewhere, it was impossible to miss seeing him extend his hand to me.
being the gracious individual that i am (and since he was cute) (and since i thought it would be even more embarassing to deny him), i placed my hand in his and was led to the dance floor. he told me i danced like a professional (he lied). and i have to admit i was slightly disappointed that spins were minimal and it was a slow dance rather than swing.
afterwards, beth (meg's sis) asked if i got his number, kevin said i did a good job but that i tried to lead, dad said i should put dancing in the show on my resume, bets affirmed that he was indeed cute, and meg, beth and bets all informed me that i was beet red while dancing (in front of 80 people, might i add)
the actor's real name is franco, which is much more appealing than frankie to be sure.
the experience made me aware of two things: and if you decide to ask, i'll hopefully still remember what they are.
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