This is at a party. It’s some turn-out. It’s at someone’s house, anywhere in the world. The days of all the trumpets. It’s around midday. It’s out in the open, in somebody’s backyard. She’s middle aged, a bit of a show off. She may be one of the people who like to have fun. She’s trying to keep in time with the music. The band behind her is noisy. She’s doing the cha cha, pretending she’s 16 again. That’s what they do, isn’t it? She may be under a slight influence of alcohol. She is quite happy, remembering the old days when she didn’t have too much fat on. Her name is Sue. Sioux City Sue! She’s from the city, a big city. She’s a middle aged housewife. There are African musicians. She’s wearing heavy-framed glasses. She’s with someone of a similar character, they enjoy parties. This is a turnout of people who knew each other. We can hear jazz, it’s loud and lots of noise. This is typical American. They’re not dressed up for Christmas. A few people got together and more came, one of those parties that build up. She was on her lunch break and heard the music. She fell over. She gets up and keeps going because she is inebriated slightly. I’m being polite of course. For a woman her age, she’s a bit out of step. She wants to feel young again. They all join in and have a good time, which is usually what happens. She’s gone back to the office and the band is marching along the street. So she joins in with the band, and the boss says “where have you been?”.
This story was created by Martin, Fred and Norma at Calvery on 14 October 2013.