My posts during April form part of the Blogging from A to Z Challenge. My theme this year is Jazz and I've selected a variety of classics from across the board. I've mixed up the performers a bit though ...
It was Saturday night - but these days it was like any other night. They used to go dancing on a Saturday, but no more. For Cassie was now married, and very happily so. And Jayne was very happy for her. No, truly, she was. It was just that Saturdays had lost their sparkle.
She missed the Friday night phone call after work, chatting about who was going to wear what. Making sure that they didn't look like two peas in a pod, no matching-snatching nonsense for them, for they were the cool girls. They were the ones who'd arrive late, join the queue like everyone else knowing that they'd be spotted, called to the front and invited in ahead of everyone else. But they never assumed, for that would be bad form.
On Saturday morning, Jayne would do the weekly shop and complete her chores, then throw a few things into a bag and head over to Cassie's place for mid afternoon. There they'd drink tea and chat, catching up with the week's news. Cassie's Mum always cooked on a Saturday night and she loved having Jayne to make it four around her dining table. She'd go to town and do it properly, with the nice china, silver and glasses. Once they'd had coffee with an after dinner mint or two, Cassie and Jayne would head to Cassie's bedroom and prepare for their night out. Cassie had a long dressing table along one side of her room where they'd sit down, post showering, glass of wine (or G&T) in hand, and start the tittivating process. Nails were painted, bodies were lotioned, make-up was applied with all the theatre they could manage. Finally, the chosen outfit would be put on, overall impact checked in the full length mirror and it was time to go.
Cassie and Jayne would dance the night away, for there were always plenty of partners for them at the clubs. Cool guys seeking out the company of the cool girls. Sometimes they'd even date - usually double-date - for a week or so. But never for long, for these weren't guys you'd take home to your mother. Or in their case, to Cassie's Mum and Dad.
But then Cassie met him at work ... and it was quickly clear it was going to be serious. Jayne went to the clubs with the other girls for a while, but soon realised that it wasn't any fun without Cassie. She soon realised it was Cassie's company , Cassie's conversation and Cassie's humour which she'd enjoyed on a Saturday night (and a lazy Sunday afterwards), not the dancing and the cool guys. So, she stopped going.
"Not getting round much anymore is no darn way to live" thought Jayne. "Tomorrow, things would change." Ringing Cassie, she shared her decision. Cassie roared with laughter: "It'll be such fun. I'll get to live vicariously through you!"
© 2017 Debra Carey
Written by jazz royalty the Duke (Ellington) himself, it started life as an instrumental for the Orchestra in 1940 until Bob Russell added lyrics to it in 1942, allowing the Ink Spots to have a hit with it in 1943.
Not being a fan of country music, it is a wonder that I chose Willie Nelson's version. While looking around for alternative recording, I stumbled upon this one and the whole album: "Stardust". It's full of true gems. You might want to listen to a few more tracks when you've finished with this one. I've just bought a copy for my Mum for Mother's Day.
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