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The moment arrived and music started. Teri didn’t. She just stood there, still as a statue, while her friends slipped into their well- rehearsed routine.
Was she nervous? Did she forget her steps? Did her foot hurt?
Then, as if on cue, she gracefully took her left hand out of muff and raised it to her face, inserted her index finger into her nostril and with precision of a Texas oil driller, began a full-scale exploration of orifice that seemingly wouldn’t conclude until she hit paydirt! That’s my girl!
Needless to say, place erupted into hysterical laughter that overrode loud music. I began to slither down in my seat trying not to be among majority who were splitting a gut at spectacle and add to embarrassment that Teri must have been beginning to feel.
Suddenly, as if it finally registered that non-relenting roar of laughter was directed at her, she ran off stage. I was already hustling out of theatre to backstage area in anticipation of having to do some creative parenting and intense consolation.
With a lot of tear drying and a little coaxing I managed to convince my little dancer to “get on with show”, where she performed rest of her numbers, without using her fingers.
The next year, she played tee ball.
© Rick Beneteau
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