Bubble Blues
When I heard that noise come flying around the corner, I knew we would dance again. That sound had always been a comfort to me. It was a ‘57 Chevy with a 283 under the hood. The rumbling of that engine gave my heart a jump start!
I couldn’t for a moment begin to figure out how those bubbles Dick Clark blew into the air at midnight on New Years Eve separated me and my Stassi for this long but, they did! We had been sitting here for nearly a week. I tried everything in my power to bust through those bubbles. Our need to dance was far more sinister than one could imagine. We didn’t need food or water to survive. We just needed to be fancy free with our footwork!
I looked up from the position we had been frozen in trying to figure out who was driving that old Bel Air as I felt a gust of wind even from inside this friendly looking cage. I put my hand up to Stassi as a reminder.
I was nearly blinded by the shine coming off of those Chrome wings – The black paint made the car even more prestige.
You’re going to get a real kick Out of who was driving that bad boy…The one and only…. The best D.J. ever – Wolfman Jack!! He backed that Classic right on up, hit those bubbles with that exhaust and “Bloop!” We were no longer captive! Stassi’s shoes were glowing like never before and I felt my energy come back over me like a roar of thunder! Glitter spilled out from the skies and fell down by our sides!
I grabbed Stassi and tossed her up with one hand, I watched her twirl back down past the tree that had also been covered by a bubble. Each leaf that she passed turned into a golden record. We never stopped moving! Dance was the key to everything.
It was just another countdown paving the way for generations to come. Man has always tried to keep things exactly the same. Nobody really likes change.
Not everything’s meant to be packaged and hidden away, especially not the arts!
Wolfman drove off laughing and in that famous gravelly voice, he called out over the airwaves “Don’t touch that dial!”
Stassi curtsied, I took her hand and we American Graffitied the night away.
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