Thursday, August 8, 2013
She always reminded me of Tiny Dancer, a song I loved which Elton John wrote back in the day he was still regarded as a serious singer/songwriter. Every day she danced and twirled throughout the neighborhood in her short white skirt, enchanting us all with her energy, talent, and infectious good nature.
I longed so to talk to her, but about what I had no idea. One day I took a deep breath and took a chance.
"I love your dancing," I said. "You remind me of the song Tiny Dancer."
"Amazing," she replied, "because it was Tiny Dancer that inspired me!"
"Gee! But nowadays ..."
"Course that was before Elton John trashed his talent to become a pop star."
Ever since, Tiny Dancer and I have been inseparable!
I guess there's worse bases upon which to build a relationship than a dislike of Elton John, so pick out an artist or group you hate (ABBA's taken, rest assured!) and give it a shot. That's what I did this week for the Friday Fictioneers, dancing and twirling my way in at 26 words above the Fictioneer 100 word guideline in my entry above based upon the similarly above picture prompt.
I like "old" Elton John, which is actually the "young" Elton John, and am less than enamored of the Johnny-Come-Lately Johns. Whether you like any, all, or none of the Johns, you'll like the entries of the other Fictioneers, all pop stars in their own right and in a good sense, which you'll find by clicking here.
Well, folks, off to count the headlights on the highway! And maybe some day to even find myself a Tiny Dancer of my own.