She sat at her table
And had a sip of her lemonade
Wishing she could be out there dancing
How she loved to dance
Her brother and his wife
Were busy chatting with some friends
Who had stopped at the table to catch up
And she, likewise, was busy
She was busy trying to keep herself
From doing what she always did when the rhythm
She was TRYING not to dance
The music was inviting
And she was gently swaying
When all of the sudden
The staccato beats of the derbake
The Arabic drum
Electrified the air!
No, she couldn’t stop herself now
She started to shake
Moving her hands rhythmically to the sound
Of Arabic music
Like a giddy school girl
She was lost to everything around her
Except this liberating moment
Next thing she knew
Her nephew and niece
Were pulling her to the dance floor
“No, No”…she vainly protested
“I’m too old for this!”
“Come on, Auntie. You KNOW you want to!
Dance…dance for me,” her niece look at her imploringly
So she kicked off her shoes
Tied her shawl around her hips
And danced with abandon
Her arms sweeping the night air
In provocative moves
Belly dance queen supreme
They formed a circle around her
Clapping and whistling and cheering her on
Her hips shook in perfect rhythm
And as she gave the last spin
The crowds burst into applause
It was only then that she saw him
At the edge of the crowd
She caught her breath
Just as she caught him wink
Back at the table
They faced a dilemma
How would they all get home?
Her brother’s friends had asked for a ride
He had been embarrassed to refuse them
As they went to collect their things
She told her brother,
“I’ll get a cab."
She was pulling out her cell phone
When she heard the same mellow voice
I’m the owner of the yacht club.
I overheard you in passing.
May I be of service?
I could easily drive the belly dance star
Of the evening home.”
She felt the color rise in her cheeks!
THE NERVE OF THE MAN!
“That’s quite fine, thank you," she blurted out.
I’m sure your WIFE would not want to share
The car with a belly dance star.”
Her sister-in-law gave her a
-do you know who this is-look
There was a moment of silence
“My wife passed away five years ago
And she loved to belly dance herself
How could she refuse his outstretched arm
Without being down right rude?
Seeing the relieved look on her brother’s face
She said good night to everyone
And, rather reluctantly, took his arm
Eileen Manassian Ghali
To be continued