Day 6 — Thriller

0B9EB813-8C50-48B2-AD14-5967FF7AB634Today’s (day 6) prompt in the 30-Day Song Challenge is “a song that makes you want to dance.” As strange as it may sound, I can’t not get up and start doing the dance routine from Michael Jackson’s “Thiller” video whenever I hear that song.

You see, a number of years ago, my good buddy got married on Halloween night and those of us in the wedding party surprised the newlyweds by performing the “Thriller Dance” at the reception. We were given an instruction sheet with all the moves listed on it, similar to this:92F1229B-4332-48C1-B259-0E73F0865068And for the two weeks prior to the wedding, we got together about six times to learn the choreography and to practice.

At the night of the reception, the ushers and bridesmaids nonchalantly made our way to the dance floor and the DJ started playing “Thriller.” Everyone else at the reception went completely nuts, including the bride and groom.

And now, years later, I still can’t resist doing the Thriller Dance when I hear this song.

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Tale Weaver — Dance With Me Henry

129D7F7D-6AE2-4802-B92E-DAC897106666“Henry, the romance has gone out of our lives,” Mildred said. “We need to do something to spice things up, don’t you agree?”

Henry, sitting in his easy chair, didn’t look up from the newspaper he was reading.

“Henry, did you hear what I said? Henry?”

“Yes, dear,” Henry absently responded.

“What did I say?” Mildred asked.

Henry put down the newspaper and shot his wife an irritated glance. “You need me to pick up some spices at the grocery store.”

“No, Henry, that’s not even close to what I said.”

Henry could sense that his wife of 35 years was on the verge of tears. “You’re right, sweetheart, I wasn’t listening.” He stood up and walked over to the sofa and sat down next to her. He grabbed her hand and, in as earnest a voice as he could muster, said, “Tell me again what you said.”

“I want us to take ballroom dancing lessons,” Mildred announced. “It will be so much fun. It will be just the spark we need to get some romance back into our marriage.”

“But Mildred, my love,” Henry said, “you know I can’t dance. I have no rhythm and I am afflicted with two left feet.”

“That’s not true, Henry,” Mildred said. “We used to go out dancing a lot back in the day.”

“Yeah,” admitted Henry, “back in the day when everyone did the Twist or the Mashed Potato. That wasn’t dancing, that was gyrating.”

“Oh please won’t you dance with me, Henry?” Mildred implored, with a hint of a twinkle in her eye.

“Okay, dear,” Henry said, “if that’s what you want, sign me up.” He kissed Mildred on her cheek, got up, returned to his easy chair, picked up his newspaper, and hoped that she’d forget about the dance lessons before the day was out.


Written for this week’s Tale Weaver prompt from Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie. The challenge is to weave a tale that features dance.