Daintly, Mama walked to the stage. Upon taking the mike, the music changed to old style big band jazz. She sang without a hitch; the infectious ~ Hello Dolly ~ medley. Immediately, the veteran group crowded the dance floor executing with gusto their synchronised movements.
Earlier when the DJ played, this merry group danced ballroom-like latin and salsa numbers with steps tidy and twirls fluid, never once out of sync with the drum beats. Papa was mesmerised. He hardly noticed W glancing at him from afar. Only a fleeting moment was when she came up to him at the bar, gyrated and teased him into dancing with her.. but only for a second or two.
Verily an enigmatic lass who took Papa's number, refused to give hers, yet didn't ever call him...
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