Anton looks down into her violet, sparkling eyes, as Lizet nervously holds onto his hand, he sees the vision she portrays,in her breathtaking, well-fitted gown, a heavenly shade of lavender, the plunging- to - the- waist- neckline trimmed in silver lame', the lights above in a shade of blue intended to intensify the colour of a heavenly angel.
She admires his gallant image of virility in his deeper purple jumpsuit, the neckline also plunging to reveal his muscular chest, the soft, deep fur, continuing out of sight.. omg she thinks, can I stop thinking like that long enough to get through this...
They stand, poised to begin..
The orchestra's opening refrain wafting on the Lavender scented air
Anton reached out to begin the spin
Lizet swirled into his arms, the blue light on her hair
His gaze caught those violet orbs, the sparks united them
She knew they must make a stunning appearance as they danced and glided around the floor. He led her so gently into the swirl together, then let her out to arms' length, as she had practiced so many times, right into the sweetest of cartwheels, first one and then two and there he was to receive her back into his arms. Her chiffon gown fell instantly into place, curving around her ankles as she came out of the last cartwheel......
He remembered the night
of the Ten O' Six Waitz
And he knew just how much he had lost
He had lost his little darlin'
The night they were playin'
That beautiful Ten O' Six Waitz
Now he, has a new love
And he holds her so gently
And he knows just how much he needs her
He needs this, little darlin'
To be here forever
With him and the Ten O' Six Waitz
The end, for now, of the antics of Anton
and this desperate attempt!