Toddling Along: Boogie Nights!
By Gemsong
I heard the music coming from Jack’s room. That’s not too uncommon. The CD
player and discs are on a low shelf that he can reach. Most of his collection is on the
bottom shelf. I can generally tell his mood by what he’s playing. If Holst’s The
Planets, particularly Mars the Bringer of War is playing at full blast. That is a good
indicator that he’s in a particularly foul mood. Wagner’s Rings usually means
heavy frustration. Der Fledermous means he’s feeling playful. Scott Joplin generally
means he’s feeling melancholy.
But disco?
I didn’t even know Jack owned disco. I don’t even know anyone who’ll admit
to owning it. With the exception of Teal’c who is now the proud owner of everything
by Abba.
o/` Boogie nights! Aint no doubt we are here to party o/`
o/` Boogie nights! Come on now got to get it started o/`
I walk down the hall. He’s playing it at full volume. They can probably hear it in
Scotland. He’s got the bass kicked in so the windows are vibrating.
o/` Dance with the boogie, get down! o/`
o/` 'Cos boogie nights are always the best in town! o/`
Jack’s door is partially open, so I look in. Usually he lies on his bed, listening to
the music no matter what it is. His way of escaping from what his life had become.
Jack wasn’t lying on his bed. He was up with his back to me. I think my jaw hit the
floor from the shock. Jack was dancing.
o/`Got to keep on dancing. Keep on dancing o/`
Little hips swung from side to side with the beat.
o/`Got to keep on dancing. Keep on dancing o/`
Little arms pumped the air.
o/`Boogie nights! Get that groove let it take you higher o/`
Small head with curly dark hair was bobbing up and down.
o/`Boogie nights! Make it move set this place on fire o/`
He spun around with a little twist.
o/` Dance with the boogie, get down! o/`
Another little twist and snapped one arm up into the air in a classic John Travolta pose.
o/` 'Cos boogie nights are always the best in town! o/`
He opened his eyes and saw me standing in the doorway.
“Aw THIT!”
Fini