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- From: c9b-ap@po.berkeley.edu (HakLien Chua)
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- Subject: Re: TTFN/Last Dance
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- Date: 27 Jan 93 22:48:32 GMT
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- "Strike up the band, folks!", shouts C+.
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- And horns are dusted off and ready to blow, piano keys twinkle like
- brightest starlight, violins hum and retune themselves, drums cough
- and get ready to bounce, flutes play out a cheerful glissando, as if
- a thousand canaries had suddenly enterend the tavern, and cellos and
- double basses clear their throats impatiently, as the invisible
- orchestra sets itself up and Mike flicks the switch to turn the lights
- down low at Callahan's.
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- A horn wheezes, like an old man searching for breath, and
- a voice begins melodiously to sing, with blues that are so deep,
- they turn the place indigo. The woman singing it smiles to Rounder,
- and gives him a wink.
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- "Glad you could make it, Billie.", says Mike.
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- "Anytime, Mike," she replies, still smiling.
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- "For parting is not goodbye, 'cause we'll be together again." She sings,
- as friends gather on the cramped dance floor and shimmy....
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- "May I, Didi?", smiles C+. "Bet ya never danced with a cockroach
- before..."
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