Dancin' Like No One Is Watchin'...

Dear Vera-Ellen,

In my head I can dance like you. I would like to dance like you, but instead I will imagine I do and so the hours will pass until Fred can come a callin'...

Sometimes I think my waist is as small as yours as I swirl as elegantly in my head, as you do about a room. Those of us who are clumsy, need a role model, I think I may have found mine.

Not for you, the vulgar dress or showy manner of a Pussycat doll. The leg can go as high, but the level of class sets the bar so much higher. Back when ladies were ladies and people were celebrated for their talent, rather than their inability to wear knickers, you stood out for me. You out dance most, I've watched your partner try to keep up, lord only knows how bad you would make him look, if you took off your four inch heels.

Rewind and repeat were the order of the day, the weather was cold, inside and out were frozen, there was no escape from it, until I pressed play. Everything warmed up and I wanted to build a time machine because I thought it would be nice to talk to you. Maybe you could teach me a step or two, or maybe I could just borrow a dress...

Yours sincerely,