Sometimes, it is advisable to dance the blues away. And so, I readily accepted an offer to attend a live-music club when friends offered. My friend R decided to designate me as her driver and asked me to pick her up. Well, I almost thought of charging her for my chauffeur duty but decided against it when she offered wine. Ironically, her idea was to make the chauffeur drunk. Yet, I didn’t’ argue against her. Why say no to free wine? Not only wine but also crab-cakes were set out for me. She was a keeper. However, she told me the tales of her childhood and hoped that I would write about them. What-the-heck, I said to myself. Since I needed to pay for my wine and crab-cakes, I promised her that I would write her story. I needed to incorporate some creativity into her story to add spice, but it was doable.

Once we had wine and chatted, we were rather fashionably late to Eclipse. We made a poor excuse for our friends for our tardiness. It’s always good to use bad traffic as an excuse, but since Eclipse was located in a rural area, we couldn’t use that excuse. To reach this club, I had to drive on a dark road and had to take a circular path to reach it, which almost worried me because I thought that I was on a Mobius strip and end up in a different dimension altogether. Anyhow, I always adored live-music and was excited about visiting Eclipse and meeting my friends.

As usual, our lovely lady friends surrounded our male friend. I will call him Don Juan since he is normally the only male attending this group of friends. In the meantime, my female friends were busy taking selfies. Yes, what else are you going to do when you know that you are lovely and want memories of your youth before it slips you by. We know too well that all flowers must fade. The selfies to a lovely woman are like the self-love of Narcissus. It is no wonder my friend Ami ran from taking selfies. I, at least cooperated, but my friend Ami detested it for a good reason. To add to the excitement, M took her sweater off to show some skin, which must have excited many onlookers. I smiled … the night was young.

Don Juan was clever. Why have one lovely lady when you could have a throng of beautiful women around you? Yes, he dared to be the Don Juan minus the rose in his mouth. But no, my friend R is rather like a rose, she is quite rosy and sweet. So, the rose was not absent after all. This rose tried enticing us all with her tantalizing moves so that we would follow her to the dance floor. She was pretty good at enticing us. Her dancing was dangerously rhythmic. She evoked Salome who demanded the head of John the Baptist. Thankfully, unlike Salome, she didn’t demand Don Juan’s head.

As our rose tried coaxing me to the dance floor, Don Juan attempted to drag me to dance. Being shy about exposing myself on the dance floor, I grabbed onto my table dearly. Yet, I had a change of heart and did make a fool of myself by attempting to dance the jig—I hoped that it was appreciated it. You know it is love when you become the fool for the sake of your friends who can help you forget the world for a night. And yes, I had to chauffeur our rose home at the end of the night. Oh! What a night it was indeed.

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