Not the boyish man-child that had stepped on the world’s stage. The man…the mature one in black leather that had ruled this town as its top headli...er for almost a decade in the seventies. He had that song down pat. How many times a day did he sing it, she wondered? How many of those were the disasters in the making that her first tow marriages had been? Her eyes drifted to Elvis’s right. He stood there in a suit. Simple but functional like the man. His shoulders were broad. Broad enough to. Many of the same kids were in this group again and this time, there were the two Junior II couples, joining us, making for a longer and more stressful day. Claire and I talked and listened to the other dancers’ music but didn’t watch any of them.After over an hour of waiting, the Announcer said, “And now, going for their record Fourth Consecutive NDCA competition, are Charles & Claire performing a Jive — to music from FOOTLOOSE.”We walked out to the center of the dance floor, with the crowd. ‘It’s almost two o’clock! Where have you been? Never mind, don’t tell me. Let’s just get the hell out of here!’ ‘Where’s our stuff?’ ‘In the car. C’mon, we’ve got to get going.’ ‘You have my necklace?’ ‘The topaz? Yeah, sure.’ John reached in his pocket and withdrew her cherished heirloom. ‘You get everything out of the room safe?’ ‘Uh, yeah, I did,’ not revealing that her diamonds were across the street at Honest Abe’s. ‘Judy!’ called the now familiar of Nick Calmetti from behind the front. “It’s ok,” I said,it was a bit to take in, but you’ve done your time , and can look to the future, which ch he smiled and started to rub my hand with his finger, his touch was making me start to get hard. I was aware it was way past 10pm, “what are you going to do about your hostel?” I asked “Aren’t you going to get locked out?”“Maybe” he said, I’ll just find a wee park bench and go tomorrow, After a lot my think no, I booked a Hotel room with my creditcard for him, I couldn’t see him thrown.