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Music Prompt #3: Poem – Bop – “All Day and All Night” #amwriting #poetry #musicchallenge 


Thanks to MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting this week’s music prompt based off of Lady A’s new song “You Look Good.” 

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Credit: http://www.loveisalanguage.com

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Lady Antebellum – “You Look Good” 

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You are the fire in my veins in this old, 

Noisy bar, my movement, steps foretold, 

Before I ever meet you face to face, 

We move ’round each other tightly embraced. 

Dance floor our Haven sparks zing and our lips —

Meet and you moan, no we’re hip to hip. 

Baby you look good all day and all night. 

Spinning me on the dance floor with such ease, 

Tonight is a night I feel, we’ll both be pleased. 

Holding me so close we brush against lust, 

Back and forth, taking me home, a must! 

Cab is slow, we want to be alone, 

With each other and love’s unquiet love moans. 

Not too fast, just take it nice and slow, 

The sunlight reigns but we will not let go. 

Baby you look good all day and all night.

Will you call? The waiting game is played, 

Three nights and I’m aching, you remain, 

First in my thoughts so finally I call. 

You’re not there, then you are, my problem solved.

How about a repeat, how ’bout a lifetime? 

Let’s be us, baby yours and just mine. 

Baby you look good all day and all night. 

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Writing Prompt: Fiction – First Time Two Stepping In Front of a Crowd #amwriting #nonfiction 


Thanks to Oloriel of MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie for hosting last week’s prompt on doing something for the first time. 

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When I was in university my friends and I enjoyed going to country bars often. If you ask many woman they will tell you how country singers, male or female, have a kind of talent you can’t fake. They have genuinely wonderful voices as most of them can sing with nothing but a guitar. Moreover, a country song is the best song to dance too whether it’s an upbeat tune or a tear-jerker ballad to slowly dance along with. I was and am also a big fan of line dancing, it’s a lot easier to catch onto than two stepping for me.

 I have always had trouble two-stepping because I find it difficult to keep in time — despite playing piano for ten years. Several times I remover thinking I finally understood the rhythm of two-stepping and than the next time my friends and I went out, I’d find I could no longer do the correct steps. Maybe I had to be drunk too do it? I’m not sure but usually I faked it as best as I could. I can do some basic two stepping moves — some simple steps, turns, and twists but I always ended up messing up the rhythm and stepping on my partners feet. My biggest fear was being pulled onto the dance floor alone with a guy, forced to two step in front of a crowd as some of my girl friends had had happen quite a few times. Not surprisingly, however, the best two-steppers can make a terrible dancer appear as a decent one. 

On one occasion I was out at a country bar with a bunch of girl friends and the night was winding down. The last energetic set of songs were being played by the DJ and a hot bartender who had been giving me eye all night , pulled me onto the dance floor twisting and turning me, even picking me up and making me squeal. I was embarrassed because I knew I sucked at two stepping. Had it been a slow song at least I could have gotten by with a simple waltz and faked two-stepping. 

Instead, I was at the center of attention in the bar being thrown into the air, swished off the dance floor, spun, and turned by this bartender who was an amazing dancer and always kept us moving to the right rhythm. We remained dancing for about three songs and even though I kept messing up, the bartender only laughed and kept moving me in such a way that my mistakes were not obvious. It was exhilarating and dizzying as we moved speedily from one end of the dance floor to another, back and forth, than again. 

Finally I had enough as the upbeat songs became slow dance songs and the bar was emptying out as last call had passed much earlier. Everyone around the dance floor clapped as the bartender escorted me to the place he was tending bar. He winked at me and poured me a drink before we clinked glasses. A minute later the bartender was called away and I slipped out cabbing home with my friends who teased me knowing I hate being the centre of attention when I’m clueless. It might have been nice to talk more with the bartender, but we had all drunk a lot and were falling asleep in the early morning hours. 

Having to do something like that in front of a crowd, something I was terrible at, was a first for me. But a sexy bartender and his amazing two stepping skills saved my inept dancing in front of a lot of people. As it was, I’m pretty sure most of the crowd was too drunk to note my missed steps and my high heels on the bartenders poor feet. 

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“We Were Us” – Keith Urban featuring Miranda Lambert

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Friday Fictioneer: When We Are Eighty #amwriting #flashfiction #fiction


Thanks to Rachel Wisoff-Fields for hosting FF.

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Credit: Roger Bultot

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Patriots was a genuine fifty-style’s diner. Darla a new waitress, was thrilled to have her first job part-time there. Off to the side of the diner was a jukebox near a small dance floor. 

On Friday and Saturday nights, elderly couples could be found dancing here to their favourite fifties tunes. But Christmas Eve was the ‘big ticket’ event. Tables were cleared for a larger dance floor and a diner-style feast was served.

Darla watched once WWII-era toddlers, dancing in fifties garb with pep. She was only fifteen, but as she waitressed throughout high school, Christmas Eve would become by her favourite night at Patriots. She hoped one day she would meet a guy she could still dance with when they were eighty. 

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