Electric Blue Sequins
Cory is all smiles before a “Bad Romance” with some heels brings the Saturday morning dance party to a tired close (a cycle that will no doubt play out once or twice more in her life, if more likely around 1 or 2 than around 8 or 9 a.m.). Cory worked a shirt of shiny blue sequins in with her Cinderella get-up after finding it in Daddy’s drawer one day.
Cory’s blue jacket (with hot pink butterflies) had gone missing one day. This loss caused serious alarm, as it’s the only jacket Cory will wear to school. In searching for it in Papa’s and Daddy’s drawers, Cory spies a shock of electric blue sequins…
C (pointing): Daddy, I see something. What is that?
D (moving to close the drawer): Noth…
C: Daddy, just a minute. I want to see that.
D: Okay, Cory, but we are looking for your blue jacket. I don’t see it in this drawer.
C: Who this belongs to?
P (smirking): That’s Daddy’s.
P (still smirking): Yah, Daddy used to dance in that.
C: You danced in it, Daddy?
D (where is that blue jacket?): Yes, Cory, once, a long time ago.
C: Can I dance in it?
D: Sure, but Cory we are looking for your blue jacket, right?
Cory, eyes filled with electric blue sequins, doesn’t answer.
Not much later…blue jacket momentarily forgotten…Lady Gaga pumping…Cory cycles through moves resembling a bull fight (with a sequined cape), a rhythmic gymnastics routine (with a truncated electric blue ribbon), etc., before actually trying to put the shirt on.
C: Daddy, how I can wear it?
D: It’s too big for you to wear as a shirt, Cory.
C: But, how I can wear it?
D: Well, let’s try as a skirt…
All attempts to fasten it (tougher with short sleeves) fall short of Cory’s expectation that it shimmer and billow through her turns. She opts to hold it with one hand and continues her moves.
Now those electric blue sequins, no longer tucked away in some old drawer, regularly see the light of a “dance floor” again, Saturday morning or otherwise…