Ben Salem's Choreographed Meeting
Being out of the money life’s conditions seemed muddy for Twirling Liz who used to have a show in New Jersey. While socializing at a bar across the Delaware Gap a gentleman named Ben Salem approached the mature lady with an option to start a claim.
Holding two dollars crumpled with keys in one hand and the other flashed a stone for a ring personal reflective memories swarmed back about something he witnessed, “You were the Goddess of Wild Animals,”
Hearing the remark Twirling Liz nearly went gaga spitting out the icy rock remembering the role in the small Garden State theatrical place, “I was in Artimis Rising and won the Tony.”
“Oh, yes the Tony Tease giving to true royalty of the stage,” Ben smiled confident that it was the proper place to say, “let me just say hola Princess.”
Taking the comment in stride and staring down the two George Washington’s that did not move leaving Twirling Liz feeling like she was in the right place when a comfortable warm flowing feeling went through her body, “that is right I was in the Jumpin Jett show but I forgot the title number.”
A nice chuckle invaded Ben, “it was called She’s My Sunshine and was a number one chart topper down at the Holiday Inn late night disco.”
Starting to forget she was out of the money Twirling Liz heard the song Anissa and inquired, “what are you doing later tonight?”
“Oh, I have to work on my wife,” Twirling Liz found a little bit of disappointment hearing what the nice guy was claiming, “Linda’s ballet,”
“I am sure it will be a winner,”
“Look our troupe travels and the pay is nice,” Ben started the offer, “why don’t you come over and audition for my wife.”
As the bartender snatched up the tip Twirling Liz mimicked the action with Ben Salem’s business card.
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