“Please let me teach you how to polka,” he begs his reluctant companion, who sits in her secure, encircling chair. Painfully, she relents, and he leads her onto the dance floor, shrouded in shadow, her long, black hair, meticulous on her delicate head. Her large silver hoop earrings and calf-length black boots hint at another personality, perhaps desired or imagined, but as yet unfulfilled.
She takes the first awkward steps under his lead, but quickly settles into the repetitious pattern of the dance, letting the consuming melody and rhythm take control, spinning her, with black hair flying, her full mouth open and red lips curving into a wicked smile, twirling her into another latitude, where her dance now becomes a desperate shuffle to keep from falling onto the deck of a heaving ship, rocking under the shadow of its full sails and black flag overhead. The hoop earrings, boots, and long black hair now adorn the fulfilled personality of a pirate!
She takes the first awkward steps under his lead, but quickly settles into the repetitious pattern of the dance, letting the consuming melody and rhythm take control, spinning her, with black hair flying, her full mouth open and red lips curving into a wicked smile, twirling her into another latitude, where her dance now becomes a desperate shuffle to keep from falling onto the deck of a heaving ship, rocking under the shadow of its full sails and black flag overhead. The hoop earrings, boots, and long black hair now adorn the fulfilled personality of a pirate!