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Cha Cha Cha

“Okay, so move your body to the rhythm ladies. This isn’t a cemetery yet. You still got juice in those hips” shouted Jerry over the loud samba music.

Jerry teaches a samba class to the elderly.

“Sophia, what have I told you about loosening up your posture, you still look stiff on the turns”

“I do have Osteoporosis young man”

“Excuses, excuses Sophia,” Jerry spoke as he whipped himself around 360 degrees finishing with a creative yet unnecessary twirl of his arms like a magician’s assistant, “my mother was 93 when she died and do you know what she said to me on her death bed?”

The elderly woman stared back at Jerry with a blank and frail expression.

“She said nothing! Because she never made it to her death bed, she was too busy on the dance floor dancing the Cha-Cha-Cha!” he states, raising his voice with a forced Latin flamboyance

The whole dance class turned around in a stunned silence.

“She died right there, where she belonged, where she had danced so many Tangos, where she had electrified audiences from here to Venezuela with so many Rumbas. No words were needed, she just lay there… still. A fallen angel who landed on the dance floor and never left it… or my heart.”

“That’s terrible sonny” Sophia offered in comfort.

“Terrible??!! It was magnificent!! Her posture was still elegant and effortless, even in death! Her toes were still pointed gracefully, her chin held high and her arms at perfect angles to her shape. She was a dancer to the end…” his voice trailed off as he walked away to the front of the class.

Copyright That Omega Kid 2011

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