#089 Let’s Face the Music and Dance (Follow the Fleet, 1936)
One night a week I watch a couple walk onto the dance floor. Both tall and thin. He spins her mercilessly. Her movements match his precisely as they sway to music that isn’t playing.
She twirls across the floor and he quickly glides after. Brings her close and together they are melody in motion. She wants to resist. End the dance. Walk away. I see it in her face. The way her body leans slightly away.
Then they stop suddenly. The nightclub is closed. Nobody but me and my piano.
He reaches out and she places her hand in his.
There may be trouble ahead
But while there’s music and moonlight
And love and romance
Let’s face the music and dance
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